Note that I am taunted for not having a husband at my side, and how, later, Meade is mocked for failing to save me from the earlier attack. That’s some weird sexism. I appear alone in a crowd and people I don’t know address me by name, ask repeatedly “Where’s Laurence?” and add “Who’s going to save you when you get attacked?” Yes, they are smiling and the vocal intonations are sassy.