Diane scolded me about it, until I had to admit she was right, which is not an experience I prefer to have too often. Watching me try to eat my turkey sandwich on one side of my mouth was so annoying to her sensibilities, I guess she failed to bottle it up until we could finish our lunch. “You have got to see somebody about that,” she erupted — well, not erupted, but she said it at a higher volume, and all-at-once, like-it-was-just-one-word.
My tooth had been throbbing for a couple of days, by that point — and it was no minor thing. I was trying to concentrate upon my studies, a good use of my time, I…
