I know you. I know you, she screamed, voice already hoarse, pounding on the McDonald’s window. ‘You killed kids in the 80’s.
The puffy jacket man inside, obviously the target of her outrage, turned his back to her and fixed his eyes on the menu.
Minutes later when he emerged, bag in one hand, coffee in the other, she accosted him again. “I know you. I know you. You killed an Asian woman. You – killed – an – Asian – woman. I’m not stupid. I know you.”
He didn’t meet her gaze. He just shuffled past, muttering, “Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up,” the puffy coat enveloping her, for a moment, in its Seussian shadow.
Then another volley of “I know you’s” as the snow erased his passing. She did not follow.
Instead, she came to wait with us at the bus stop, giving us the eye as she picked her way to the back of enclosure.
I know him. He killed an Asian woman and spilled his coffee on me.
We stood there, being buried slowly by the snow and wondered, who would be accused next.