She stalked toward us as soon as the Land Rover pulled away, but I was able to alert Beattie in time for her to turn toward the woman. Our new Dutch friends also turned toward her after I shouted her name, so when the woman arrived, all six of us were facing her, and I was piping mad. I’d be damned if I’d let this woman ruin another stupendous day.
“You need to leave,” I said and almost stomped my foot, like Nico, to emphasize my point.
“This is a public place,” she said, gesturing around the small city square where we stood. “I have every right to be here as much as you do.”
She sounded like Verruca Salt in Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory, and I hoped she’d fall down a garbage shaft. But instead, she just stood there and looked at me.
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