Body Politics
“Stephanie had no memory of driving home, but obviously she had. The last thing she remembered was the doors slamming with a booming finality as she ignominiously descended the old city hall steps with a box of her coffee mugs, some framed photos, and her plaque, the mayor’s award for “Women Who Make a Difference.”
After shoving open the car door, Stephanie dragged herself out of the vehicle more from a need to not attract attention than a desire to go inside. She shivered, though she suspected the night wasn’t cold. Her fingers were like icicles, her heart a frozen, aching stone under her breastbone. How did one get expelled from the organization one had founded? Policies she’d put into place to protect WAN had been used against her. Why hadn’t Evelyn come to her? When the office manager had objected to the butt glass, she’d immediately hidden it.
In retrospect she’d been totally insane to bring it to the office, but it was a stupid mistake. There’d been no intent to offend anyone.
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