White: queen's pawn d2>d4

Joanne Wilford had heard just about enough about this Kronic fellow. She shook her head slowly as her close friend Brittany Jennings explained that she didn't know much about film in general or this filmmaker in particular (admitting she wasn't even sure which one of the group of young black men standing at the bar Kronic actually was) but that 'any publicity is good publicity'.

"Brittany, you can't trust them!" Joanne blurted confidently, fortified as she was by three apple martinis. "Just look at those thugs! What kind of art do you think they have planned for you? You're walking into a gangbang!" The other girls at the table sat there stonily, glancing down at their drinks or nervously over at Brittany as Joanne continued. "Look, they all agree with me, they're just too politically correct to say so...!"

"Joanne, I've signed a contract," Brittany explained with a patient smile. "I'm an actress now, you shouldn't be envious of my success."

"Success?" Joanne laughed. "If this is success, I hate to see you fail!" Joanne got to her feet and pointed toward the bar. "Envy don't enter into it, Brit. We're friends, and I'm gonna sort them out."

Then she strode purposefully toward the bar. Brittany watched with bemusement as her little spitfire of a friend berated the black men. They were surprised by Joanne's passionate defence of her friend, but became progressively less patient as her tone grew strident and accusatory. Brittany began to worry when she saw the 5'1, 105-pound Englishwoman push a man over a foot taller than her and close to twice her weight. And then the smiles vanished for good once Miss Wilfred started dropping 'n'-bombs.