Force of Personality
A man waiting to turn got frustrated and yelled, “Move, you fat cow!” I, who had been silenced by the force of her personality, suddenly (sort of) found my voice. “Shut up,” I countered impotently. I spoke while looking straight ahead. “So rude! What an ass.” Leslie said nothing. She pulled out and drove grimly down the street. In that moment I felt judged by her, perhaps because I had not adequately defended her, or because I couldn’t look at her, or maybe because she was accustomed to pushing every bad feeling out of her and onto whoever was nearest.