"Then you mean we're all dismissed?" Toffee asked. "We can go?"
"Why certainly, you lovely child," the judge said benignly. "Run along and get into some sort of beautiful mischief. And if there's anything I can do to help...."
"You've already done it," Toffee said. She turned to Marc. "Come on!"
But Marc was watching Julie as she turned and started disconsolately to leave the court.
"Julie!" he called. "Julie!"
"Hey, now," Toffee said, "don't tell me you're going to go chasing after that thin blonde just because you married her once!"
Marc remained heedless. "Julie!" he cried, starting after her. "Wait a minute!"
"Oh, yeah!" Toffee said and, deftly, she put her foot in front of his.
Marc shot out into space head first and came up abruptly against the leg of a table. He dropped to the floor, made a small twitching movement and went limp.
"Julie!" he murmured.