IT WAS OBVIOUS THINGS had gotten out of hand the moment Red yanked open the door to the foyer. Big Blue had whipped the crowd into a veritable frenzy, or at least her most dedicated converts, and the women were shouting and shaking their fists, chanting, “This is what Patriarchy looks like! This is what Patriarchy looks like!”
Chairman Dean, meanwhile, stood helplessly upon Red’s painting scaffold—almost dead center with his likeness as depicted in the mural—and moved his outspread hands up and down, as though he were trying to say, amidst the cacophony, Down, down, please, your questions will be answered.
Charlotte pushed her way through the mob toward the front, emboldened by the fact that she wouldn’t have to face Blue’s acolytes alone, that Red was right behind her—but wasn’t really
