Small-town crown

What it can be like to live in a small town, or at least in our small town:

Elaine lost her crown (dental, that is). At seven this morning, she called our dentist’s office. They start early. “Are you dressed?” Yes. “Can you come in right now?” Yes.

There was no charge.

Our dentist, now eighty-seven, has been our dentist for the past thirty-one years.

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