Chapter Twelve
“What?” Miles looked as though she’d suggested a trip to Mars instead of the dentist.
“I’m proposing that you have a dental cleaning, Miles. Men are notoriously bad at scheduling visits to take care of their health and I’m a concerned friend.”
“Or a nosy one,” muttered Miles.
“Regardless. When was the last time you had your teeth cleaned, Miles?”
Miles tightened his lips.
“That long, huh? Well, this will be perfect. We’ll head over to see Dr. Bass and I’ll come along for moral support,” said Myrtle.
“My teeth are in wonderful shape. I’ve never even had a cavity.” Miles sounded sullen.
“They certainly won’t stay that way for very long if you don’t get them cleaned. You’re clearly phobic, Miles. It’s a good thing that I came along when I did,” said Myrtle.
“I have all
