Oh and he would always raise his hands to his hair or to the
back of his head as if he was relaxing or stretching, but it was (and she knew)
to flex his arms and let bystanders witness his arms bulge with male
prowess. Part of her was flushed; part
of her felt terrified: this brute was capable of anything. She knew her place in the shadow of his broad
shoulders and it was continually reinforced.
She could never quite look at him directly. She never knew where to put her eyes: out the
window mainly; to the wall beside him as he spoke, or to the table. She clutched her glass and finished it
quickly. There would be many more before
the evening was over.
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