Westbound, Bloor and Pape — Toronto, ON
Black woman, early 40s, wearing white sleeveless shirt, grey dress capris, thick-soled black sneakers, and carrying a turquoise leather purse.
Sweeter Than Honey, Mary B. Morrison (Kensington)
Page 56:
There was so much I’d learned from observing a man’s body language, listening to his speech patterns, and reading between his words that I could teach a class on how to recognize an abusive man before he strikes from the inside out.
The instructor looked up when she walked in the room, nodding gently, encouraging her to take a seat, near the front if she was comfortable. She made her way through the maze of tables to the back, plucked a croissant from a tower of pastries, and shoveled a few pieces of melon and pineapple onto a side plate. Every level of management was present, Junior to Partner. Through the sliding dividers, she could hear the other session underway, “How to Write an Effective E-mail.” The instructor at the front of the room straightened her jacket and adjusted her lapel mic, the images of two brains projected on a blue screen above her head. We’ll get started shortly, she announced. And, for the first and last time, she continued, I’m going to ask you to stand and switch seats. Boy. Girl. Boy. Girl.
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