You don't get to know someone's teeth overnight. And all teeth are perfect, Veronica. Teeth are like water. Teeth are the windows to the soul.
Teeth are what matter.
Look at my teeth, Veronica. I've got the teeth of a lion. We'd peer down from that great, grown-up height and grin and scream and taunt each other tired and blue. And once the bar fell, with Tyler on it, perhaps the wood, in cooling, shrunk, we never knew. Tyler flew up the rough wooden stairs and disappeared, left me alone with the floor and the stove and a feeling that I'd been spared, and I couldn't help but think him a hero.