He was just a businessman making sure the grass looked nice for his prospective buyers.

The door to exam room three clicked open right behind me.

Mr.

Henderson stepped out holding a fresh plastic bag of travel toothpaste.

He tapped his front teeth with his thumbnail and smiled at me.

He adjusted his suspenders and said his jaw was feeling a little stiff this afternoon.

He asked if I was ready to scrape the plaque off his molars.

I slipped the phone into my pocket and told him to follow me to the green vinyl chair.