The crowd around Claire was electric, the energy palpable. In front of her, throngs of women and a smattering of men held signs high above their heads.
Equality for all.
Our ovaries, Our decision.
Grab this, with a picture of a hand flipping the bird.
Some were so vulgar even Claire blushed at the double meanings. As long as a fight didn’t break out with the demonstrators that were baiting them, she’d stay. The moment things went south, so would she. She didn’t want to give Nic any ammunition to say she was right about not bringing Grace.
Behind her the crowd slimmed some, but they were just as enthusiastic. She was glad she’d slathered Grace in sunscreen with the sun screaming down on them. A welcome relief, considering some of those participating in women’s marches throughout the wo
