The man sprawled on the ground. "Oof." And, deciding he was humiliated enough, he wheezed and pointed a finger up at the man, "This isn't over." And then he got to his feet, didn't bother to dust off, grabbed his son and was gone with a sneer directed at Karen and a low mutter, "Bitch." But he and the boy were rushing off before another attack could happen.

Karen closed her eyes and sighed. She felt rather small at the moment, wanting to shrink into the ground. People were still staring. She pressed her lips together tightly.