Tooth

ToothFor years, Dr. Goldman has been after me to do two things: let him bleach my black front tooth and call his daughter, Phyllis. For years, I have not exactly refused, but--my mouth packed with cotton, my throat parching, the drain sucking under my tongue--I have avoided both by ambiguous grunts, by dodges, by head feints, by lines in my forehead that plead: I must rinse now!Dr. Goldman will stand beside the chair--no, not the chair, for it is not a chair but a pale-gold, decorator's dental c...