Grinding to a Halt
"Hey, you're already here!"
I looked up from The Georgia Straight to see Missy arriving with her new boyfriend in tow. Designer bags and beautiful boys were her trademark. This one was particularly fetching, especially with her new lemon yellow Prada purse.
"Hello, hello -- yes, I thought I'd read the paper and enjoy my coffee before you arrived."
"Would my arrival ruin the enjoyment of your coffee?" she teased.
"Are we going to talk about dentists again?" I smirked.
"Well . . . Rob here actually needed a reference."
She wasn't kidding. I sighed as they made themselves comfortable in chairs across the table from me.
"Okay, did you let him know about Dr. Monty?"
"Oh, yes, yes -- and he's had a look at her website with all the procedures she offers and he's even made the appointment -- and seen her."
"Really? Well, I see my work here is done. Shall we order more coffee?"
Rob smiled. "I needed a mouth guard because -- "
I turned to Missy. "Does he bite?"
Missy smiled coyly. "Only in ways that I need him to, darling." We all burst into laughter. "Actually, he grinds his teeth and it's really hard on them. Aren't they darling?"
"And on you." He swiveled towards me. "The noise keeps her up at night and she hasn't slept. We can't have that, now can we, sweetie?" He leaned in and whispered some endearments that had her rolling her eyes and giggling.
I decided that I needed a double-chocolate fudge brownie in addition to the second cup of coffee. The morning would prove to be a long one.