Sekstende oktober:
USA:
1916
Margaret Sanger didn't know what to make of the young man across the street whom was staring at her family planning clinic. He did not seem to be a member of the ignorant society whom condemned her work.
Imagine, women choosing for themselves whether they wished to become mothers!
But, to get back to the young man she'd noticed the past hour standing in the same spot, though there was a sort of restlessness surrounding him. She was quite sure she'd never seen him before, yet there was something familiar about him. And soothing. As if everything she stood for and did, was reflected, protected and cherished by him.
It was all very odd.
Author's notes:
"the young man" is of course none other than Alfred F. Jones/USA himself.
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