The difference between right and wrong were opinions in this case. Prejudices were running high and the pit of the stomach churned out anger, despise, disappointment like it was nothing. People close to her did not know what was to be done. People who did not know her thought their understanding of her mentality was supreme. Other people probably did not give a damn.

She had always asked herself what she would do when faced with an impossible choice. Would she choose logic and rationality and principles or crude and unfounded sentiments of close-d ones? The time had come when it was taken out of her hand and handed back to her with plot twists that make thrillers look tame.

The choice was simple. Choose what is right. The difficulty being that her right was so very wrong for the unpolished minds of the middle-class.

She had come to the conclusion that she would still stick with her ideals. Morals and principles were important. You’ve got to have a spine. Stand up for what you believe in. Otherwise you are just another hypocrite you don’t like. And she hated not liking herself.