My husband was only a few steps away when the woman finally stood.
She didn’t yell.
She didn’t argue.
She didn’t insult the man who had been shouting at her.
Instead, she stepped carefully in front of her son, almost as if she were trying to make herself a shield between him and the stranger.
Her son remained seated.
His sunglasses were still on.
His hands rested quietly in his lap.
The woman looked at the angry fan.
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