Killing With Kindness

“I just don’t like being judged, okay?! If I want to dance in my socks in the kitchen, I can! If I want to help kids have a better life, I can! And if I want to make money by shooting bad guys, I can!”

“Preach it, sister!”

The two men looked at each other as the women in the room started to laugh; the taller man crossed his arms, and the other man just continued to watch as the women started ranting again.

“I think we’re in over our heads.”

“I’ve been saying that since day one.”