And how she could blister.
Bettie Locke staunchly stood up for her rights. She never lost
her voice. . . In her late years her teeth caused considerable
trouble. She would not hear to having them all pulled and plates
substituted, but allowed them to go one by one whenever the pain
became unbearable. Among the last was a big molar, that by the
time she had to come to her dentist had become so infected and
ulcerated nothing could be done about it except extract it. The
good Dr. Overstreet explained all this and then proceeded to
extract it without further ado.
On the way home she thought it all over, and the nearer home she
came the madder she got. . . Neighbors added fuel, and with it
some "chimney-corner law," as Hoosier lawyers call it. Next
morning she stormed into the office and went straight to the
point, as was her custom. "Doc, I'm going to sue you. Indeed I
am. And you needn't try to talk me out of it. You had no right to
pull that tooth without my consent. You had it out before I knew
what you were doing. I was not consulted." . . . Nothing ever
happened, but the time never came when Bettie Locke ceased
threatening him with that suit. . .
It was not to be for me to know Bettie Locke in her peaches and
cream days.
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