Lindsey complied.
New York City. Beeper City.
Somebody the size of the teenager in the Denver Nuggets cap but considerably older and with a definite attitude was waiting to use the telephone. Lindsey started to explain that he was waiting for a call to come in. It took him about six seconds to realize that sweet reason was useless at this time.
He took a deep breath and started spewing at the huge man every word he could think of that he would never have used in the presence of his mother. He could feel his face getting red. He was really getting into it. Library users walking past swerved away from him. He got to the end of his store of epithets and started over, arranging them in new and imaginative combinations.
The huge individual took two steps backwards, made a couple of circles
