By this time there's an awful ruckus. The man's pals clamor to his side, shouting and hollering. Folk are looking at Rachel like she's just grown two heads.
Kate follows the sounds of chairs and boots shuffling over hardwood, stunned long enough by what she sees to allow the man she'd come to talk to an opening of his own. She tries to get up, and he snatches at her arm.
"The hell is this?"
"Does it look like I know?" she snaps, eager to get to Rachel.
Meanwhile, the fella in Rachel's grasp gurgles and grunts, perplexed by the predicament he finds himself in. It ain't right to strike a girl, but desperation is winning out. She can't be that strong, can she? So he yanks at her arm.
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Kate follows the sounds of chairs and boots shuffling over hardwood, stunned long enough by what she sees to allow the man she'd come to talk to an opening of his own. She tries to get up, and he snatches at her arm.
"The hell is this?"
"Does it look like I know?" she snaps, eager to get to Rachel.
Meanwhile, the fella in Rachel's grasp gurgles and grunts, perplexed by the predicament he finds himself in. It ain't right to strike a girl, but desperation is winning out. She can't be that strong, can she? So he yanks at her arm.