The indignant go-away horror of the safely married woman, in front of the garishly-dressed prostitute.
The self-righteous "I would never do such a thing" loathing of the never-challenged morally correct person, in front of the criminal, the addict, the un-wed mother.
The curled-lip smug superior air of the mother and grandmother, in front of the childless woman whose lap has never been filled and celebrated.
And the laughter or embarrassed half-afraid turning-away of the comfortably sane, in front of the mentally-ill reject wandering in strange clothes, muttering, lost, not-fitting-in.
The self-righteous "I would never do such a thing" loathing of the never-challenged morally correct person, in front of the criminal, the addict, the un-wed mother.
The curled-lip smug superior air of the mother and grandmother, in front of the childless woman whose lap has never been filled and celebrated.
And the laughter or embarrassed half-afraid turning-away of the comfortably sane, in front of the mentally-ill reject wandering in strange clothes, muttering, lost, not-fitting-in.
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