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It happens, the way that horrible things so often do, in an instant. ‘Baby killer,’ They haven’t shown her face on the news in years now. You’d think that people would forget but they haven’t. People with nothing better to do than drink and think about the things that Fox News tells them to think about rarely forget a face. Well, at least, they don’t forget the unsmiling, unfeeling face of a woman Nancy Grace said killed her own child. They thought said she dumped the body in the ocean. Her breath stops, her heart stops, and when he throws her drink her face, she hardly responds because those two words that had been hissed with so much vitriol, so much spite have already knocked the breath out of her. Of course, the assailant is wearing a MAGA hat. “G–g–go fuck yourself, cousin fucker.” She manages to stutter out just before he walks out of the bar and, sure, it’s…in-eloquent but she’ll be damned if she says nothing. She’s left dripping rye, struggling to breathe, ashamed to feel tears welling in front of all the people who wont stop staring. She feels a cry bubbling up, pressure building in her chest and then a hand comes down on her shoulder, she is handed a rag. She is dimly aware that she’s being sort of gently guided from her seat by a kind-faced, soft voiced man and she has to blink at him a few times to reorient herself. “I didn’t – I don’t know him.” Chokes out, tears threatening. “I didn’t mean to make a scene.” It’s as close as she comes to apologizing, admitting lack of intent. “Thank you.”