Linda wore tall brown boots because they made her feel well and powerful like a person who could drive a truck and walk through the muck of spring woods to an appointment with an important government official.
“I like your boots,” he said. “That you’re wearing them makes me feel like a worthy opponent.”
Linda sat, crossed her legs and swung her right leg back and forth. She noticed a clump of mud on the heel of her boot and reached down to cup it in her hand before it dropped on the carpet.
“I really didn’t come to argue.”