How to put this feeling, this certainty, into something as limited as words?
Who wants to feel everything everyone else feels all the time?
Uh - do you want to do it outside? "Frequently. Oh, you meant the wedding. That, too.
What?" She drew herself up, stern as a cat presented with the wrong food for dinner.
Religion turned some folks belligerent.
Fear and bigotry don’t need explaining. They simply are, like traffic jams and taxes.