I felt guilty knocking on Calvin Williams’ door without at least calling. That, and for the past few years I’d been going to the Happy Tooth Center which had an office in Pilgrim’s Progress. The graying dentist, who was six years my junior, came to the door dressed in jeans and a flannel work shirt, his hands covered with dark smudges. ‘Lillian Campbell, you’re a sight for sore eyes. You look great.’ ‘Thanks Calvin,’ I said, not wanting to divulge that I’d changed dentists. He looked at Ada, who was holding her hand to her right cheek. ‘Not a social visit, I see,’ he said, and his smile faltered. ‘No, she pulled off a cap.’ ‘Taffy?’ he asked, leading us down the walkway of his Main Street colonial, which had been in his family for many generations, toward the addition that held his dental offices. Ada lisped, ‘Caramel.’ ‘Terrible stuff,’ he commented, and turned back. He gave me an odd look, and shook his head slightly. ‘It’s the strangest thing Lil, I look at you and I can still see the fourteen-year-old girl who used to take care of me.
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