“I find sarcastic males vulgar,” Genevieve said. “Did you find stabbing your husband vulgar?” “I did not stab him. I scratched him with a knife. I see no reason for promoting this case to federal proportions.” “Why’d you stab him?” “Nor do I see,” Genevieve persisted, “any pertinent reasons for discussing my marital affairs before an assemblage of barbarians.” She paused and cleared her throat. “If you would relinquish my wrapper, I assure you I would depart without—” “Sure,” the chief of detectives said. “Next case.”
