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Mrs. Dorsey had Heather locked in such a fierce stare that tears welled up in her eyes. When Mrs. Dorsey was in her face so tight that she could feel the baby hairs on Heather’s nose, she said, in a most menacing voice, “If I ever hear that word come from your tiny lips again, I will snatch every blond hair by its brown roots from your big empty head. Do you Do you understand?”
“Uh hue,” quivered Heather.
“Uh hue?” replied Mrs. Dorsey, their noses now touching.
“Yes Mrs. Dorsey,” quivered Heather.
Mrs. Dorsey paused to determine if Heather was being condescending or contrite. Only when she was satisfied that Heather understood that she was close to getting her butt whipped by her boyfriend’s mother did she turn away.
She was so angry that she had not noticed that her husband had left the room.
Mr. Dorsey returned to the emergency waiting room. He marched over to Yendor and said, “We need to talk,” The young man didn’t respond. “I said, we need to talk.” This time, he nudged Yendor’s foot.
Yendor opened his eyes slightly and saw a pair of spit-shined Stacy Adams pointed at him. He closed his eyes once more.
Dorsey turned the volume up a notch (something he was fond of doing). With his index finger, he jammed it into Yendor’s left shoulder, “We need to…”
Pain shot through Yendor’s arm and hit the tips of his fingers so hard it felt like it would blow his fingernails off. He lurched out of his chair, favoring his left arm. “Man, what the f—’s wrong with you!” he screamed in Dorsey’s face, giving him a chest bump. His Walkman and headphones crashed to the floor. His hoodie fell from his head.
Dorsey rocked back on his hills a bit from the bump. Then his eyes grew big when he saw the size of the young man he was accusing. He almost let an apology slip out of his mouth, but he realized he had already put his finger in the hornet’s nest, so he figured he’d throw up a bluff. If he took one on the chin, he had nurse Henderson and plenty of witnesses he could call on.
“You nearly killed my daughter,” shouted Dorsey.
Henderson had been watching Dorsey and was right there to step between him and Yendor before they went to blows. Yendor had drawn his good arm back, but before he could swing it, nurse Henderson had stepped into his line of fire, “He wants you to do that. Don’t fall for it.”