![]() “Don’t touch her like that,” Laurel said, hoping she sounded assertive, glad her voice wasn’t as shaky as her hands. The guy turned to give her a cursory study. “Why you foolin’ with me?” the guy demanded, shaking his girlfriend by the shoulders. The altercation paused until the woman had gone, then escalated. The walker, a middle-aged woman dressed for the office, gave them a wide berth, also pretending to ignore the fight. A walker entered her periphery and Laurel’s cheeks burned, embarrassed to be here, acting as if she couldn’t see what was going on. ![]() He had a mean, dog-fight look about him and the fact he was posturing made him seem even more likely to snap. She wanted to find the balls to say something, to do the right thing, but she was afraid of the guy. “An’ you need to tell me the fuckin’ truth.”
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