It started with asking her to wait until everyone else was seated before coming in. Then the council suggested that it would be more efficient if she just sat in the back. Before long, they had added a separate entrance, then built a partition wall to ensure there was no accidental taint on the upright members of the community.
Jemma had gone along with the steady lowering by degrees of her dignity. She didn’t like it and she didn’t think they would go so far, but there weren’t no other place to go. She’d had a letter, though, just this week. Her child was coming home, and he deserved to hold his head high and sit on the front row if that was his desire.
She gripped the axe handle and aimed at the largest crack in the wall.
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