Everybody had his arms on everybody else’s shoulders, and they were all singing. Mike was sitting at the table with several men in their shirt-sleeves, eating from a bowl of tuna fish, chopped onions and vinegar. They were all drinking wine and mopping up the oil and vinegar with pieces of bread.Hello, Jake. Hello! Mike called. Come here. I want you to meet my friends. We are all having an hors d’œuvre.