“He did it to be ornery,” she said, “to flaunt his control over me. Rocco couldn’t stand to have people cross him, and I’d been doing a lot of that lately.” “How so?” “My work for Toon’s rights, my support of Roger Rabbit.” She turned her palms toward her, bent her fingers forward, and examined her nails. They were far from beautiful, chipped and scratched, like the nails of a rock climber clawing toward the top. “Rocco couldn’t stand uppity women. He retaliated by yanking my work.”
