It was an injustice crying out to her for a remedy but she promised the caterpillar-man she wouldn’t do anything to help him or anyone else in line and when she started back home it was breezy and dark and snow was falling aimlessly and she walked to Guild Street and her shoulders ached under the weight of her knapsack because of how long she’d worn it during the day and before long she slipped it off and carried it at her side like a briefcase and it was on her lap while she rode the bus and her hands were inside her coat and rubbing her shoulders and halfway home she realized that as tired as her body felt, her mind was oddly rejuvenated and it was likely from the hours it spent focused on a social issue whose resolution was within its grasp and one-dimensional and no more complicated th
