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Chapter Nine
The nurse picked up the phone and I turned away. Les grabbed my hand and pulled me to the waiting room area. Richard White sat within the crowd with his arms crossed, but waved when he noticed us. He leaned over to a man with a gray, unshaven face and dirty clothes. He whispered something and the man jumped from the chair and rushed away. I sat between Richard and Les. The odors of the room changed faster than I had ever encountered. None were pleasant.
“Why’re you sitting here, man?“ Les asked. “Wouldn’t it be better to be closer to the nurses station?“
“Maybe,“ Richard replied. “Maybe not.”
“You don’t think?” Les asked.
“Think what, Les?” I asked. Les didn’t answer. Both he and Richard stood up. Les grabbed my arm and pulled me behind him, forcing me between him and his chair.
I pulled away from him and asked, “Les, what are you doing? That hurt my arm.”
I kicked at him, and when I did, I noticed Les staring at the direction of the emergency room entrance. Something in his gaze caused me to follow it. Two men stood near the entrance. One man, not quite as tall as Richard, but taller than Les, wore a yellow bandana. He glared at Les for a moment, then locked eyes with me. Without wavering for even a second in his stare, he moved toward me.
The other man wore a jet-black goatee. He ran behind Yellow Bandana, grabbed him by the shoulder and pointed in the direction of the nurse’s station where Officer Waters still spoke with the nurse.
Les and Richard moved toward the two men. “Stay here, Lisa,” Les said. “I mean it, damn it. Stay here.”
Yellow Bandana turned around to walk out. Then he stopped, turned again, and thrust his pointing finger right at me with his thumb raised, as if he were pretending he had a gun. He lowered his thumb and jerked his hand upward. He put his fore-finger to his lips and blew. Both men exited through the sliding doors. Yellow Bandana kicked the door as he left. Officer Waters never noticed.
But Les did, and he said to Richard, “Shit, they know about Lisa. Goddamn it, David‘s dying and Ed‘s shot up. What're we gonna do, now?”
The sliding doors opened and closed, opened and closed. No one entered, no one left; the doors just continued to open and close as if only ghosts were coming and going.
Coming soon - Part Three: Tunnels and Towers
Authors note: Thanks for helping me put this together by providing me with an honest review. You may want to read "I'll Always Be Your Friend", if you haven't already. It would help you. I know that by simply offering this for review here on writing.com, your comments and suggestions make it vastly better.
It will help me see trees for the forest.
Finally, "I'll Always Be Your Friend" and "Yellow Bandana" are truly labors of love. I'd like to thank two people in my life for their assistance in helping me put this project together. Neither are the kind that want to be noticed publicly, but they know who they are and I love them both. They say I will one day have wings to spread and they'll be ready. I pray I don't let them down.
 
L. A. Powell writes from her home near downtown Fort Worth, Texas.
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