“That was the only word for it. Tropical fish—I hated them. I’d been quite relaxed when I walked into the waiting room, but after watching them trying to eat one another for the last ten minutes, I was a gibbering wreck and I wasn’t even in the dentist’s chair yet. Still, it was only a check up. How bad could it be? To make matters worse, the receptionist had informed me that my usual dentist was off ill, and I’d be seeing a locum. “Jill Gooder!” A young dental nurse with perfect teeth c...alled. I followed her along the corridor, doing my best to forget about the fish. “How are you today?” Perfect Teeth said. “Fine thanks,” I lied. “You’ll be seeing Ms Flowers today.” “Right, okay.” Hold on! Ms Flowers? It couldn’t be. Could it? “Daze?” “Hi, Jill.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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