Chapter Six
The town of Bradley had been very pleased to have Dr. Bass move back to town, Myrtle remembered, as she walked the short distance down the dogwood-lined street to the downtown office the next day.
The previous dentist had been Dr. Bissell. He’d been as old as Myrtle and determined not to retire. He’d been taking care of the dental needs for the town since Myrtle had been in her early twenties. One day, he’d taken his usual lunchtime nap in the office (the office always closed for lunch between the hours of twelve and one) and hadn’t woken up. It had shocked Pam the hygienist to pieces and she’d taken to her bed for well-nigh on to a month.
Luckily, considering that Bradley was a town that enjoyed sweets, one of its own had returned to town to take over the small practice. Dr
