A Boston Bathroom

I found myself in a public bathroom with two older women. We had all just seen..randomly .."12 years as a Slave" One of the woman asked if I cried during the wipping scenes. The question reminded me how I used to cry whenever presented with a visual injustice.. The woman: why did you not cry? Me: emotionally frozen..I do not know..I used to.. The woman: I would like to talk to you more..we are about to go to dinner..do you want to come.. I declined the invitation..I had been eating all day..I gave her my contact information..the question stuck with me..