Suffrage
Jan 8th, 2021 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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I clear the breakfast plates as a dutiful wife, while my husband, Robert, legs crossed, newspaper in hand, clears his throat and faces me.
“Are you seriously considering going to the parade, Grace?”
“Not considering, I’m going,” I say and slam the cabinet door, dishes rattling.
“There’s no reasoning with you,” he says and leaves the room.
I want more than keeping a home and obeying Robert’s commands. I want the freedom to choose.
I hold my head high, grab my “Women have the Right to Vote banner,” and walk out the door to Fifth Avenue to make a difference.
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