"If you continue with this scandalous talk," Marc said, shocked into primness, "I'm going to be forced to get up and walk right out of here."
"You take one step without me," Toffee warned, "and I'll break both your legs."
"Oh, well...." Marc sighed.
"That's better," Toffee nodded. "Of course I'll need some clothes, something terribly expensive and revealing...."
She broke off as the doors of the courtroom burst open and Julie, followed by the three doctors from the hospital, charged down the aisle.
"My God!" Marc cried. "Julie!" He swung around to Toffee. "Go away! Vanish!"
"I'm darned if I will," Toffee said. "I've stuck by you through all the thin and now I want some of the thick of it."
"Don't worry," Marc said miserably. "Just wait till Julie sees us; things will get thick in a hurry."
Even as Marc spoke the atmosphere began to congeal swiftly. Julie, having caught sight of the curious tableau formed by Marc and the scantily clad Toffee, jarred to a stop, digging her heels into the floor. A sharp, enraged sound came from her lips.