Mother leans forward and lowers her voice. "She has butter-bean teeth and could eat corn on the cob through a picket fence."
Hayley is shocked. She is young.
"Grandma that is terrible! Maybe she is poor."
My mom knows better and explains. "If she were poor she would not be wearing expensive clothes, eating in this pricey restaurant and skiing in Park City. I'm just saying that her teeth got to the door fifteen minutes before she did. That's all."
A LTTLE BIT OF IVEY
