But what does one say to a dentist?
“Eye-yi-yi”
“That’s teeth for you.”
“Yes,” I say, “it certainly is.”
“Come in on Tuesday, and I’ll remove your stiches.”
“That sounds interesting.”
“Yes. Well. See you then.”
“Right,” I say. This is like every divorce. You get tears in your eyes and think, “God, all that oral sex and now we’re talking to each other like bureaucrats.”