"Young Marshal! Emergency call from the hospital!" The adjutant came running, breathless. "Ms. Jennette is threatening to jump—she says she'll kill herself if you don't return!
He staggered to his feet, clutching the opera costume against his chest.
When he reached the hospital, Jennette was pressing scissors to her throat. "I want to see Larry!"
Seeing him, she threw herself forward, "Where were you? I was terrified..."
He sidestepped instinctively, sending her tumbling to the floor, where she wept softly. Morris rushed to cradle her, "Larry, what's wrong with you?"
"Jennette," he asked abruptly, "those scars on your back... how did you get them?
Her sobs ceased instantly. "They're from when I rescued you from the fire..."
He locked eyes with her. "Really? But Jessica has a plum bl
