More of the Same

So, Carolyn collected herself...and then the husband lit into her.
I stepped in, of course, and he backed down - those guys never want trouble with people who can handle it. He was a little guy, maybe 5'5, thick glasses, the whole jacket with tweed armpatches, and he huffed and he puffed, and then he folded.
Meanwhile, I watched Professor G. And what I saw in her eyes looked familiar. It was that bad, mad, dangerous look, not a whipped dog, but a lion in a cage.
"If there's any trouble in the future, sir," I said, still looking at her, "Expect us. It's our job."
Carolyn was trembling, but we left. I said that on Monday, we should go see his sister, get a little background. Maybe Caro could catch Professor G. at work.
That was the plan...