My hand tightened around the handle of my purse. I wanted to swing it at her head. Two things stopped me. First off, the purse was a Nantucket Lightship signed by José Reyes. It wasn’t just a handbag. It was a piece of handcrafted art and I didn’t want to damage the weaving or scrimshaw against the blades of her cheeks. Second, she was obviously trying to get a rise out of me.
