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It was something she'd seen before. Flutter your eyelashes and smile coyly and the whole world would stop to stare simply because you were a woman.
It was more than slightly degrading. To be honest, it was really offensive, and if she were ten years younger she'd been joining in in all those protests for women's rights.
She was the kind of woman who could be independent and was happy to be, but of there did happen to be a man around it wasn't like she was going to complain.
She was married and she loved him, but she could psychically live without him. That was different to some women who depended on their husbands to remind them to breathe. It wasn't until the children came along that she started to understand.
She could live without him. But the children couldn't.
They needed their father.
When she'd climbed into that box and crawled into a forest on the other side she couldn't quite believe her eyes. It wasn't anything she'd ever imagined.
But still, she had to keep her wits - her children were out there somewhere, with that mad man who sounded so familiar.
When she was accosted by the people with guns she put her best distressed face on. She almost wanted to laugh at the byplay but that would ruin the act. Apparently it was quite good.
But it was 1941 and there was a war on. She was always armed.
This damsel in distress thing was quite degrading but it was definitely helpful.