canât breathe.â I was kneeling next to her, trying to pull her hair back from her face, but she pushed me away.
âHoney, I think youâre breathing too much,â Joan said.
âWHAT? You want me ⦠to stop ⦠breathing?â Sally barked. She was coughing between words.
âNo, you just need to slow down your breathing. Youâre going to hyperventilate.â
âSheâs suffocating, Joan, not hyperventilating.â I was crying now, too. âShe canât breathe!â
âIâm calling an ambulance,â Joan said, starting for the kitchen.
âJOAN! NO!â Sally staggered to her feet.
âHoney, what if you suffocate?â
âNo, Joan, Iâm not going to the hospital. Donât call.â
âSweetieââ
Sally took a few shaky steps. She was holding my hand. âI just need water.â
âLet me call Everett,â Joan said.
âWhat? No! I just need to rinse out my eyes. OH, THEYâRE BURNING,â Sally cried.
âOkay, okay,â Joan said, âletâs go rinse out your eyes.â
I led Sally to the kitchen sink. I tried to help her splash water on her eyes, but she pushed me away and stuck her entire face under the running water.
Joan was tapping out a number on the phone.
âSally,â I said, but she wasnât listening.
âSorry to wake you. Can you come over?â Joan was saying.
Sally pulled her face from under the water. âJOAN! Who is that? I told you not to call the hospital!â
âNo, sweetie, itâs Everett,â Joan said. Then into the phone: âSallyâs having trouble breathing.â
âFuck,â Sally said, and put her face back under the cool water.
âI know, but she doesnât want me to call the ambulance.â
âBecause Iâm fine,â Sally barked into the sink.
When Everett arrived a few minutes later, Joan and Sally and I were engaged in a sort of shoving match over the sink.
âGet AWAY!â Sally said.
âLet me just see your eyes,â said Joan.
âLet go of her, Joan. Just let her go,â I said.
âI just want to see if her eyes are red!â
âHey, hey. Whatâs going on?â Everett asked. We stopped what we were doing and stared up at him. I saw him wince when he looked at Sally, so I looked at her, too. My sisterâs eyes were swollen; her cheeks were striped with mascara. She was gasping and sobbing.
âWhat happened?â he asked.
Sally turned back to the sink and splashed more water on her face.
âI sprayed her with hornet spray,â Joan said.
âWhat? Why?â Everett asked, then added, âDid you call the ambulance?â
âNo, no, no,â Sally said, turning to him now, wiping her face with her sleeve. âDonât call them.â
âShhhh, Sally, let me see,â Everett said. He put her face between his hands and gently tilted it up. I could see that the skin around her eyes was scarlet, making the irisesâwhat little we could see of themâseem even more vividly blue than they usually were.
She clutched the front of Everettâs T-shirt and said, sobbing, âIâm fine. My eyes are justâburning a little. I canât go to the hospital. I wonât go. If you call the ambulance, Iâll send them away.â She coughed, and then said, âIâm fine. It was hard to breathe at first. I donât need to go. Everett, listen to me, now. Nobody can make me go to the hospital without my consent.â
âOkay, okay, Sal,â Everett said. âJust take it easy.â
Sally pushed her face into his chest. She was a little hysterical. Joan gave me a look, the old there goes crazy Sally look. I glared at her.
âDid you get any of the spray in your mouth, Sal?â Everett asked. âBecause if your nose and throat are inflamed, you could have trouble breathing.â
âNo, no,
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