"Goddammit, you ..., what d'ya mean sayin' somethin' like that to your husband?" Leo slurred. Lisa King could barely tolerate the hundred horsepower breath gusting into her face. Her husband had really gone on a binge this time. He was drunker than she could ever remember seeing him. She didn't much like it-and had told him so. "Please, Leo, don't cause a scene. . "Scene?! I'll do any damn thing I damn well please and you're not gonna say a word about it!" Before Lisa could open her lips to speak, Leo backhanded her as hard as he could. The slim, petite woman was almost lifted from her feet and thrown against the wall. Weakly, she felt her crushed lips, the trickle of the red, red blood dribbling down her chin.