Tonight, she said, "You have spaces between your teeth. Your bottom row."
"That's sexy," I replied.
"Is. Sometimes, I go around and flash my bottom row. Like this." She cracked up.
"No, seriously. Makes men's knees give out. I don't do it that often, though, because people gotta work." Goobs flashed her bottom teeth at me. I flashed back.
We crack each other up.
I knew you'd wanna know.
Dear Jesus, my brother, teach us not to despise The Day of Small Things.