People laughed again.
“Come on, guys. Seriously? You’re helping her embarrass me? We’re supposed to stick together. Brotherhood and all that.”
Marcus rubbed his stubble. “Brotherhood?”
“Right. Male solidarity.”
Marcus leaned in, and his voice stayed mild. “Is that why you made room for me so fast? Because I figured it was because having real men around intimidated you into behaving.”
“Brotherhood?”
“It’s a joke,” the bully snapped.
“Ain’t funny to bully an elderly lady with a cane.”
“Everyone is taking this way too seriously.”
Dev didn’t say a word.
He just sat there with his arms folded, staring at the bully, giving him absolutely nothing to work with.
“Ain’t funny to bully an elderly lady with a cane.”
I loved him for it.
I wasn’t going to debate this guy. I’d said my piece.
I moved down the carriage and sat near the women, and the elderly one patted my hand with her papery fingers.
