Chapter Fifteen
Having worked her hands and arms to exhaustion, Nurse Lenita pauses to declare that Toby’s dental transformation will continue tomorrow. There is no rush. Still the lower incisors are practically indiscernible and my white uniformed colleague smiles as an index finger smoothes over enamel filed to uselessness.... flattened to the gums. Tomorrow the upper teeth will meet the same fate.
“Now you know why we offer mush here, Toby. No more big hungry bites for you,” I declare in assuring that there is full cognition in understanding the cruelty of our modification.
Alacritous hands release the many straps and Toby is returned to his cell. As I click on his speech inhibitor, Nurse Lenita moves to the next cell and unlocks the formidable grid of iron.
“Come, Pattie. Time for
