wanted to allow men the right to stop a woman aborting a child. But everything else he had become caught up in? Denby had nailed it. He had become as rabid as the Committee men. That wasn’t him. He believed in equality for all regardless of sex or race.
So Sirius became what she had called him to learn from that and the mayhem he had helped to create because of the Jacobson Committee. It never occurred to him, in his one eyed obsession over what Penny had done, that he had helped plunge women into a state of despair he now wondered how they could break free from. The laws were archaic and slated totally in a man’s favor. Women were denied the freedom to be. It sickened him to hear of women rushing off to get married to any man in order to live a life that would not see them discriminated against for being single.
As Rabid, he sat and watched the world he created. He knew people looked at him and wondered what his story was. Why did he have the long hair? Why did he rarely where a shirt and what did his silence mean? If he had been a woman he would have been hounded to change her behavior in order to conform and fit in. But as a man? He could do what he liked. It was wrong and the guilt for his part in it weighed heavily on him. So, he grew his hair, changed his attire and became the antithesis of what he had once been in order to think about who he was and what he really wanted in life..
He had watched the women who worked at the clinic in the OC. He knew who they were. There were files on all recalcitrant women in the Jacobson Committee offices. Sirius admired their work.
He wasn’t surprised when he heard Denby was in town and wanting to find them. They were peas in the same pod. Strong women who refused to bow down to sexual tyranny.
“Are you okay, Rabid?” A couple of street people rushed over to him.
Sirius smiled at them. He was fine. It was nice to know that people who cared still existed and were ready to help others. It mattered not to him they were the down and outs who lived in the OC.
People were not the places they lived in.
Denby looked surprise. “You’re calling yourself Rabid?”
“You called me rabid.”
“I called the committee rabid.”
He shrugged. “Same thing. I was a part of it.” Sirius turned to the men, though he suspected one was a woman hiding the fact and he didn’t blame her. It was hard to be a woman in the OC. “I’m fine but thank you for asking.”
“She looks like trouble.”
Sirius smiled. How right he was. “She is but I can deal with it.” He handed them all the cash he had in his pocket and they thanked him and left.
Denby raised one brow at him. “You think you can?”
“Yes.” He had no doubt Denby would scare most men. But he knew her soft side and knew the reasons why she fought so hard for freedom to be.
“Anyway, I don’t have time to chit chat with you. I have to find some people.”
“I know them.”
“Who?” She looked confused.
“Tasha Knowles, Lois Cantwell and Frances Beaton.”
Denby made no attempt to hide her surprise. “How do you know them and how did you know I wanted to meet them?”
The answer was simple. Despite only being together for a very short time, Sirius knew Denby very well. “Tasha Knowles scoped me out for a while.” She had been the only person who actively wanted to know his story. It amused him that she persisted as she had. “She thought I was mysterious.”
Denby nodded. “In some ways you are. In others, you’re a wanker.”
Sirius laughed. Never had he known Denby to pull punches. It was her passionate nature that enthralled him. “Why?”
“Because.”
He knew Denby realized she had said more than she wanted to. “Because I broke your heart?”
She wiped away non-existent fluff from her arm. “I don’t have one.”
“Denby—”
She interrupted. “So, you met Tasha. What about the other two?”
“I knew of them because of their files in the Jacobson Committee office.” He saw