If the missing retainer did not magically reappear by the time school ended, an expensive replacement would have to be ordered. “Otherwise, my teeth might start to get crooked again,” Griffin called up the stairs of the Drysdale home. “To be honest, I’d rather have crooked teeth than deal with my mother anymore.” Mom was out of the vocally disappointed phase. Now she just sighed. It was amazing how much that woman could say without using words. Griffin had stopped by Savannah’s on the way to school, hoping that Luthor had come through over the weekend. If the Doberman could target Darren’s mouth guard from twenty yards away, surely it was possible that he might stumble upon the real retainer. “Sorry, Griffin, we haven’t even had a chance to look.” Savannah descended the steps, Luthor at her side. Cleopatra, her monkey, slid down the banister and jumped onto the dog’s muscular neck. “The rat’s still here, and it’s a total nightmare. Lorenzo’s turned pink — that’s as red as you can get when you’re albino.”
