whispered

You could hear it being whispered in the breakfast hall of the Malaga hotel where travelling British fans were tucking into their Spanish tortilla.

When he won, I whispered in her ear, ‘He’s no Secretariat. I think this is as close as I’ll ever get.’

“Shhh, I’m a Yankee fan,” he whispered at the bar while mingling with tourists from Japan.

I whispered in her ear ‘Listen, I don’t want to sound dramatic, but I think there’s a high probability I’ll never get out of here…. They will poison me’.

The elderly couple sitting behind me whispered, “We are sorry your family left. We already miss them!”