“Now let me show you your ‘before’ pictures,” the dentist said. She pulled out her phone and I saw what looked to be the mouth of a hippo in attack mode. Summer teeth indeed. How had I chewed food? “And I was walking around like that?” I asked. She put her phone away. “Apparently.” My new teeth must have looked amazing when, a few minutes later, the receptionist presented me with a $14,000 bill for one day’s work and my mouth dropped open.
