Beth {flashback}
It was three days before Christmas and Blythe was getting her braces off.
There had been an influx of appointments and the waiting room was full. Blythe sat in the car with mom and I, anticipating a text from the receptionist for when she was able to come inside. She must have been checking her phone every three seconds because every time I looked at her in the rearview mirror her head was down and she was distracted. As far as I knew she hadn't told any of her friends from school because she wanted to surprise them. She was getting her braces off about half a year early—not that she was complaining.
Terrence wanted to take Blythe and I out for brunch following her braces removal. Blythe agreed wholeheartedly, having been craving chicken wings since getting her braces
