“I cannot take my eyes off her- I don’t mean to STARE.” Polly shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Belinda leaned avidly over the edge of the balcony. “Oh, come on, Polly. You know this is the WHOLE reason we sprang for these prime seats up high: to be able to watch her.” The two kept their gaze locked on the large white PLUME, attached to the elegant fascinator. They followed its progress down the aisle, kept track of every cheek that was kissed, every hand that was touched, every ear that was whispered into.
Indeed, Polly’s discomfort was not to be trusted – the pretenses of reluctance and misgivings truly BELIE her deeply felt satisfaction. Tonight- oh yes tonight- she would get her revenge.

Georg’ann

There wasn’t a SHRED of evidence. The case was LEAKY from the start. The prosecution attempted to DELVE into Bernard’s research on the genus MELOE to see if his interest in the secretions of the blister beetle could lend weight to their negative characterization of him overall. The hope being that the jurors would find him less appealing and therefore leap to the conclusion he must be guilty of something. Image after image of black bugs did nothing to BELIE his innocence. Acquittal was all but guaranteed when the final arguments were made.

Heather