I heard the men talking before I saw them, before the first bellied-up to the bar beside me, before he swept a sideways glance my way and dismissed me all in one smooth moment. “We have to act. If we don’t, who will?” The men, three in all, invaded the space I thought of as “mine” at the end of the L-shaped walnut bar where I’d come to write every afternoon for the past three days. I cast covert glances at them. They were all of an age, not young but still a couple of decades younger than me. Mid
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