"Mary Janice Davidson - Dying For Ice Cream" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

"The hell!" he wheezed. "She's diabetic. She's not supposed
to eat any sugar. I was stopping her from being stupid."

"You couldn't stop a. . . a. . . stupid person from being
stupid."

"That's telling me," he mumbled.

"I've heard enough," the guard rumbled. Austin half expected
the floors to shake.

"Me, too," he added. "I. . . hey!"

He felt himself seized by the back of his neck like a naughty
kitten, and hauled toward the exit. His only comfort was that
the girl who had gotten him into this trouble was receiving the
same brisk treatment.

"You aren't supposed to touch us unless we're a danger to
ourselves or others!" she shrieked. "I know my rights!"

The guard didn't trouble himself to answer. Just escortedтАФto
put it mildlyтАФthe two of them to the nearest exit. He didn't
throw them out, just gave them both a firm shake, then set
them down on the sidewalk, stepped back, and disappeared
back inside the hospital.

They stared at the slowly closing door, then at each other.

"Well, great."

"What is your name?"

"That's just great," she fretted. "I didn't even want to be
there, and I went anyway, and I was just minding my own
business, when I was brutally attacked."

"What is your name?" he said again.

"What difference does that make?"

He waited, staring at her.

"Yvonne Robinson, if you must know. And I don't want to
know your name. You got me kicked out of the hospital!"
"I thought you were sick of seeing doctors all the time."

Yvonne opened her mouth to reply. . . then closed it and
looked surprised. Slowly, she smiled.