Child, Lee. Running blind

“I don’t know much about the case. Do you?”

She nodded. “I know I want this guy caught. Those women were pretty brave, making a stand like that.”

“Sounds like the voice of experience.”

He cut into his steak and tasted it. It was pretty good. He’d paid forty bucks for worse, in city restaurants.

“It’s the voice of cowardice,” she said. “I haven’t made a stand. Not yet anyway.”

“You getting harassed?”

She smiled. “Are you kidding?” Then she blushed. “I mean, can I say that without sounding big-headed or anything?”

He smiled back. “Yes, in your case I think you can.”

“It’s nothing real serious,” she said. “Just talk, you know, just comments. Loaded questions, and innuendo. Nobody’s said I should sleep with them to get promotion or anything. But it still gets to me. That’s why I dress like this now. I’m trying to make the point, you know, I’m just the same as them, really.”

He smiled again. “But it’s gotten worse, right?”

She nodded. “Right. Much worse.”

He made no reply.

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