“Every Tuesday morning” they hissed quietly at the friend walking with them.
“That one right there,” they gestured pointing up the sidewalk.
I turned to see who they were talking about as they walked past.
“Same thing every week, assuming I am going to the clinic. I’m just trying to get to work, I don’t think he’s ever looked at my face.”
As the conversation trailed off I watched as they continued down to the crosswalk.
Sure enough, the preacher with the loudspeaker gets in front of them yet again.
Because he does not see them as a person. Only an individual capable of pregnancy.