Chapter 60
Why must dentists, even the decent ones, put all that apparatus in your mouth, all the cotton and the clamps and those horrible sucky hoses, and then ramble on like you’re out having a nice dinner together?
Isn’t that mayor of ours something else?
Or, Back again, hey? Can’t get enough of me, can ya?
Try and get a word in edgewise, and you’ll end up with a sliced gum or a chipped incisor.
Knowing that Dr. Ashman’s reprieve is only temporary—I’ll kill the bastard myself if I have to—is its own special reward for this morning’s suffering. When he numbs me up, I’ll hardly feel the needle at all. I’ll just close my eyes and imagine the look on his face at the moment of impact.
Then, when Ashman really gets going, when he gets right down near my nerve where even the Novocaine can’t keep the edge off the pain, I’ll think of Mack and Hailey Evans and how they are about to get exactly what they deserve.