Larry was second-guessing his choice of necktie as he tied it but was running late.
Bella came into the master bathroom looking tense.
“The freeway is covered in a human blockade and the police have McNichols closed off too. Might as well call in. If you made it to work you’d be three hours late.”
Larry hung his head.
“When are these damn protestors gonna stop? They made their point.”
“You can discuss that with your daughter,” Bella said.
“Angela’s here?” Larry said, puzzled but happy.
“Yes,” Bella said. “She came here last night to wash off the tear gas.”
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Right on!!
Love!