Eve looked behind herself for the first time since the litigation had commenced. Sure enough, jerk-face was there, and he was striding toward her through the crowd as people were filing out for their cigarette breaks.
"Aw, crap," she muttered.
"What's wrong?" Ethan inquired.
"Stan's here."
"Your stepfather?"
"The one and only. Pay attention, when he gets here, please don't mumble a word. Not even to protect me."
"You mean I can't punch him out?"
No.
"Are you sure?" I'm sure.
"C'mon, just one little punch in the face."
Not in the middle of a courtroom. Perhaps later. I'll let you know. Stan ultimately arrived within speaking distance.
"Eve, how do you think you're doing?"
"Just fine, thank you."
Stan spruced up and plop his hands in his pants pockets. "Frankly, I guess you could utilize a little advice."
"Nope, I've obtained all the support I desire," she asserted.
