"So glad you finally found you could come," he said.
"Thank you," Toffee beamed. "It's nice of you to have us."
The gavel barked irritably. There was silence until the judge's eyebrows ceased to twitch.
"What are you doing here?" the judge enquired with forced composure. "Who called you forward?"
"Lots of people have called me forward," Toffee said, "but that's just talk, judge. I'm just impulsive."
"Silence!" the judge said. "Good God, girl, no one asked you for any sordid confessions. I just want to know what you're doing here?"
Toffee nodded toward Marc. "I'm with him," she said.
"Then he's the man who was with you in the green sedan?"
"Oh, no." Toffee shook her head. "He's the other one."
The judge blanched. "The other one?" he asked apprehensively.