Part 2The World is a Circus, and I’m the Clown

The DNA test went smoothly.

The results would take a month.

Tiffany wasn't having it. She started arguing with the clinic staff.

"Why do I have to wait a month?"

"Because there’s a line."

"Do you know who I am?"

"A citizen."

"Who gave you the audacity to speak to me like that?"

" The Constitution."

The receptionist was stone-faced.

Tiffany was stomping her feet.

I was curling my toes in second-hand embarrassment.

A crowd was gathering. I couldn't watch anymore, so I walked over and tugged her arm. "Maybe just wait? It's only a month..."

She shook me off.

"Shut up! You just want to squat in my nest for another month! I won't give you the chance!"

She grabbed the receptionist’s lab coat and screamed:

"I order you to get the results today, or face the consequences!"