Turning toward us, the first thing George saw was Janey, all neon bangles and frills, grinning like a madgirl. I was dressed in a black satin, double-breasted William Rouche suit, quite obviously on my way to some downtown executive suite when I’d been snatched by a crazy punkergirl. Janey played it just right and gave the guy her patented "Stop me if you can, chummer" grin and ran straight at him.