"Wait a second, hon, I'll be right there."

Ralph turned up the volume. Leaned forward in his chair. Cocked his left ear towards the kitchen.

"Ya gotta see this, Alice."

On the television, a crowd was marching with signs in a parking lot. A BMW was trying to get through the crowd whiich parted like the Red Sea then curled back around it with hawks of spit and slams of fists.