george 's mother 's eyes never left the end of the dark brown finger wagging so close to her nose , following it as it bobbed up and down in righteous instruction , invading george 's mother 's space in a way that even george found obscurely upsetting , and just as george 's father said , 'now , you listen here , ' in his authoritative , construction foreman voice-of-doom , george 's mother leaned forward and bit the end of miss jones 's finger , snapping it hard between her teeth and hanging on for a surprising second or two before all the screaming started .