As the hygienist finished her work on Mel's mouth, Dr. Fransmeyer, with the developed X-rays, came into his cramped office. He was not the kind of dentist to pay for excess space.
“This one needs to go for sure.”
He pointed to the films.
“And this tooth, too. I think I can save this third one, though, with a root canal.”
Mel squirmed in the dental chair.
“Could I get a second opinion?”
“Opinion? Sure. I can give you the names of some dentists.”
“I'm not wild about dentists, Dr. Fransmeyer. I was thinking more like the Tooth Fairy?”
“This one needs to go for sure.”
He pointed to the films.
“And this tooth, too. I think I can save this third one, though, with a root canal.”
Mel squirmed in the dental chair.
“Could I get a second opinion?”
“Opinion? Sure. I can give you the names of some dentists.”
“I'm not wild about dentists, Dr. Fransmeyer. I was thinking more like the Tooth Fairy?”
