“She’s dangerous,” they muttered to one another over their liquor. “The monster is a temptress, sent to lure us from our wives.” The men fiddled with their expensive watches and tightened their silken ties. The men spied on the goat woman as she ran errands, followed her halfway home from the store again and again. “She shouldn’t be so crude. She shouldn’t be allowed to look at the plums that way. She shouldn’t be allowed to dress like a lady if she isn’t going to act like one.”
