HIGH SOCIETY
I am a personal injury attorney in New York. What a humdinger of a case I’ve just been given! Some high-society dingbat gave a big party on Central Park West last Saturday evening. It was some kind of fund-raiser for the Heart Association, something like that, really doesn’t matter, now does it? In any case, Joe X attended this party with a date, and they were in the kitchen pouring some wine or something, and they both heard a scream coming from the balcony. You know—one of those expansive Central Park West balconies that’s almost half the size of the apartments in the buildings. Joe went over to see what had happened, pushing his way through the party crowds, and sees Jane Y howling in pain, clutching the sides of her face. She had apparently just been smacked—REALLY HARD—by Jim Z, her sometime lover. Now this is secondhand, but Jim Z must have told Joe later that he was making wisecracks at Jane’s expense. Jane, already plowed, got indignant and dared to start insulting him, which I guess is verboten when you’re dealing with Big Jim (the Big Him). That was when he socked her. It seems that our Jim doesn’t know his own strength. Next Joe started to fight him, but was restrained by both his date and a few of the other guests. Jim stormed into the kitchen, Jane, in tears, called a taxicab to come and relieve her so she could go home and apply an ice pack, and Joe and his date stayed at the party, but he made sure to call me first thing Monday morning; the rest, my friend, will be courtroom history!