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shook her head and thought of ways to diffuse this – practice some of what she preached. Maybe now was the ideal time to stop allowing her outdated sense of justice to be more of a hindrance than a virtue but that was just not how she rolled.
    She could take what they issued and walk away . The problem was Suzy would not stand by while an innocent was being mistreated.
    Suzy had only come through the Golden Arches for a cold drink and burger, a treat while the boys were in the armored Securicor van on double yellow’s arguing about the Arsenal loss the night before.
   The Mouth and his posse had entered moments after, joined the queue beside her and on reaching the cash till began a tirade of abuse on an unsuspecting cashier. The ugly duckling with corrective glasses, braces, acne and a clumsy demeanor seemed to have developed a thick skin to callous predators like these. But Suzy knew the truth. You never truly got used to the jibes, your feelings were so deeply buried that even you had no access to them after a while. The cashier emanated the vibrations of pink, milk chocolate, cuddly teddy bears and chalk. Suzy smiled as she absorbed a snapshot of her with the empathetic talents and let the accompanying feelings of hurt and the fear wash over her too. Suzy just could not bring herself to watch the injustice play out against a good soul.
   Anger balled up in her chest in a volatile concoction that the trio seemed gleefully willing to ignite.
   The three stood scowling at her interpreting her silence as submission.
   What more could it be?
   Hair knotted into a pony tail, a face of smooth flowing contours and a lithe body hidden by her neat uniform.
   As was usual the male ego immediately disregarded her as a threat.
   Beauty equated with being soft and compliant in their world.
   “You ain’t got nuthin’ to say all of a sudden, chiny gal.” He turned to his boys. “She was running off her lip a moment ago blood. I think she’s scared.” He mocked.
Suzy breathed deeply trying to calm herself and said.
   “Why don’t yuh just take yuh food and leave while yuh can?”
   The threat mixed with the grating patios of Kingston, Jamaica, took them by surprise especially as it was coming from a petite oriental girl with an assured poise and no hint of fear. It should have set their alarm bells clanging but bravado and peer dynamics had them spiraling blindly on a rollercoaster ride that should be exhilarating but would end with broken bones and blood. Instead the images formed behind their eyes played out a pantomime of the fun they were having. Suzy slowly placed the helmet she had under her arm on the counter and brazenly matched their glares with equal ferocity.
   “Deh girl have some fight in her, blood.” The Mouth laughed. “But people get hurt by poking dem nose into tings that don’t concern them. Get messed up, yuh si me?” He took a sip from his Coke, twirling the contents in his mouth as if he was testing it for body and bouquet. “Now mind yuh fucking business.”
   He threw the ice cold contents of his cup into Suzy’s chest and backed away from the spray, laughing.
   “Oops………!” He said.
   Suzy gasped.
   The stream of soda hit her square in the chest and seemed to explode in every direction, soaking her from neck to mid section. The Coke left a dirty brown stain on her navy blue shirt and dripped onto her trousers. The material stuck to her breasts showing her lace bra, ice cubes lodged in her cleavage, melting against her skin and she felt the hundreds of carbonated bubbles bursting on her stomach as the liquid evaporated.
   Calm gal! She told herself.  
    The words of cool reason slowly sunk under a bubbling geyser of hot vengeance. Suzy felt nothing, reasoned not hing. This was all instinct. She walked into the midst of boisterous laughter and congratulations as if the battle was a foregone conclusion and placed a slender