Stein gestured to the black man, Cliff, who jumped onto the stage and lifted Kathy up in his arms. “Follow me,” Cordelia directed and, picking up the cape, led Cliff out into the bar then to the ladies’ room. Cliff stayed far enough behind Cordelia so that she couldn’t hear him whisper to Kathy, “I don’t know why you let them do these things. Maybe they got something on you?” Kathy didn’t answer. “Look,” Cliff continued, “if you want out of here just let me know. Even later, just say my name, ‘Cliff’, and you’ll be outside and on your way home in two minutes. I carry a razor, and they know not to mess with me. You understand?” Kathy nodded.
Inside the ladies’ room, Cliff lowered her gently to a chair that faced a dirty sink and mirror. “You okay now?” Cliff asked.
“Yes,” Kathy said
