"If I want y' dead we wouldn't be talkin', you stupid bastard!" She hopped up after him, much more agile and lithe (being unburdened with a baby probably helped too).
She didn't feel like hopping around the damn town in her tight, tight jeans and no bra. If she'd known she'd be chasing her ex-husband who was probably part jack rabbit, she'd have opted for Nikes instead of ballet flats.