"Get up quickly! Go to the customer service and call a doctor to check this woman."
Recalling Larry's resentment toward me in my previous life because of Daisy, I added, “And while you're at it, help Daisy find another seat.”
But before I could finish, Larry sprang up from his seat, yanked my clothes, snatched my phone and stomped it on the floor, then slapped me.
"Alice, if I don't teach you a lesson, you'll never know your place! Daisy doesn't need another seat—she's staying right here!”
‘As for that idiot—whether she lives or dies is none of my business!’
The woman took a long moment to sit up straight on the floor. She then looked at him and spoke slowly, "Young man, we’re almost at the stop. Give me back my seat. My husband promised to pick me up today. He has a temper. If he sees me being treated unfairly, he’ll lash out at you.”
Larry stared at the woman sprawled on the floor and burst out laughing. His laughter grew even louder and more unrestrained.
“Old hag! You think I, Larry Jones, was raised to be a scary cat? How exactly will your husband take it out on me? Snap my fingers? Break my legs? I'm so scared!”