Chapter Twelve
Miss Sissy came back out into the waiting room, looking belligerent.
Beatrice muttered, “I wonder how that appointment went for the poor dentist. Miss Sissy looks as though she went in fighting.”
Meadow said, “Almost makes you feel as though we should tip the poor woman.” To Miss Sissy she said cheerfully, “All set to go?”
They made sure that Miss Sissy didn’t need to check-out or make a follow-up appointment and then went on their way.
“Are you feeling any better?” asked Beatrice as they climbed into Meadow’s van.
Miss Sissy muttered almost indistinguishably, “Can’t feel tongue.”
“Got it. Well then, I’m thinking you must be feeling better if you can’t feel any pain,” said Beatrice.
Meadow dropped Beatrice by her car and then headed off to take Miss Sissy home, her c
