Tight black leggings ran from her waist down to her ankles. In the front, their material was smooth and unbroken. The back, however, was a different story. Slits and gaps were cut all down the backs of the legs. Down the middle of each, the cloth was cut out entirely. Instead, strips of black fabric crisscrossed from side to side, forming a net-like appearance until the ankles, where they tied and bound the material closed.“What do you think?” Marcia asked. She performed a slow spin so that they could get the full effect of the leggings. Her uncle coughed. “I think—” “I was talking to Corinne,” she interrupted. Corinne smiled. “Oh, I think they’re very nice! They look good on you. I don’t think I could ever wear something like that, but you pull off that style so well.” “That’s what I was going to say,” Dr. Collins said with a straight face. “More or less. Something close to it, at least. Incidentally, if I said they were fashionable, would you still wear them, or would you decide I must be wrong and get rid of them?” Marcia just laughed.