Leon Lynch and Holly Wood stood by like spectators, coldly watching the spectacular farce unfold.
Once they had fought to exhaustion, the two of them stood panting and staring at each other.
Mrs. Lynch's hair was a rat's nest, and Mr. Lynch was no better off, his face marred by her scratches.
They both gradually calmed down. Mrs. Lynch, however, felt aggrieved and sat there, breaking into sobs.
Mr. Lynch sat beside her and snorted. "Oh, so you know how to cry. Let me tell you, if you pull another stunt like this, I'm divorcing you on the spot."
Mrs. Lynch tilted her face up, makeup streaked, and wailed, "Who's afraid of you? Go on, divorce me! I'll get half of the family assets. What, you want to run off with that little vixen, Maeve Sutton? That bitch better stay out of my sight, or I swear I'll kill her."
