A practical woman, with a Ph.D. in management, she is not the kind to see shadows on the wall. But then it happened again. The next man was of similar vintage, with a navy blue jacket. His stare lasted about fifteen seconds. The harassment was a boiler-plate operation, just the sort of trick played on Communist sympathizers in the 1950s, and Civil Rights activists in the 1960s.
Old habits die hard, it seems.
The men were becoming more brazen now. They were actually brushing into Patrick, circling like hyenas. Some Middle Eastern types had joined in. At this point I was a nervous wreck, I was sweating. He called me up in great distress that night and relayed the details, but was trying hard not to overreact.