Marvin reacted quickly, grabbed and spun Harry, shook his arm, smacked him on the butt, commanded, “Get out of here!”
Harry still acted the flagrant fop—spastic, fumbling purposefully, displaying himself as long as possible, attempting to appear embarrassed. “Yes, dear,” he whined to Marvin.
At that Julia almost burst out laughing, caught herself, covered her smile with one hand, began to rise, to back out.
Yet Marvin took charge. “You saw nothing here,” he stated flatly, menacingly.
“I…I…” Julia stuttered—a total reversal of her emotions, more from fear of Marvin’s enraged posture than from the situation. “I saw nothing,” she repeated. “There was nothing to see.”
“That’s right.” Marvin’s eyes had been hateful.
“I’ll come back—”
“No! You stay. That better be one f*****g great manusc
