Penny was twenty four, had come home for a funeral of a great grandparent, and the cacophony began afresh.
When is she going to Marry?When is she going to have Children?
Penny raced back to her job, more annoyed than usual.
Then she overheard someone talking about the “Me Too” movement. Others were describing how they were backed up here or there by a predator. Only one woman could speak with boldness;
“When Mr. Grabber came near me I told my husband. He took care of Grabber in the parking lot.”
What Penny heard was;
Find a big bruiser, marry him, drag him around so that everyone sees who you have in your corner.
Sounded like a good idea.