Randa leapt onto the train as the doors closed, sank into a seat.
‘Must get hot under there,’ the woman said.
‘No, no! The material is very light! Very airy!’ Randa smiled.
‘You shouldn’t be forced to wear it.’
‘I’m not forced, it’s my choice. Like the old nuns’ veils! It shows commitment. Respect.’
The woman nodded. ‘My great-aunt was a nun.’
Then: ‘People aren’t threatened by nuns, though.’
‘I am not a threat,’ Randa whispered.
Other passengers were listening.
A man caught her gaze, shook his head.
She got out two stops early and began the long walk home.
‘Must get hot under there,’ the woman said.
‘No, no! The material is very light! Very airy!’ Randa smiled.
‘You shouldn’t be forced to wear it.’
‘I’m not forced, it’s my choice. Like the old nuns’ veils! It shows commitment. Respect.’
The woman nodded. ‘My great-aunt was a nun.’
Then: ‘People aren’t threatened by nuns, though.’
‘I am not a threat,’ Randa whispered.
Other passengers were listening.
A man caught her gaze, shook his head.
She got out two stops early and began the long walk home.
