Chapter One

 
“How was it?” Jess called through the small house as soon as she’d heard the key turn in the lock.

“Awful!” came Beth’s assessment of that night’s speed-dating event at the student bar in town. “It’s the same old losers turning up to those nights every time. Oh well… I guess I’m just one of them now.”

Jess laughed and pretended she didn’t agree. “Why? What was so repellent about all the eligible young men in this town?”, she enquired, only gently teasing her housemate.

“Oh, the usual”, Beth groaned, “if they’re not boring me comatose about the size of their motorbike, trust fund or capacity for beer, they’re either staring at my teeth, or else avoiding looking at me completely. Honestly, I feel like giving up on guys. All I’m asking for is a little job and a nice boyfriend.”

“Yeah, preferably in that order”, Jess cut in. “Rent’s due on Friday”.

True enough, the two 19-year-olds were only just managing to pay the rent on their cute little townhouse and really didn’t like the alternative of moving back into the hubbub of mass student accommodation.

“Seriously though, you’ll meet a nice boy if you really want to and look hard enough. If not at those crummy date nights, then somewhere else. In the meantime, you’re stuck here with me and my awful cooking!”

Right on cue, Jess was summoned to the kitchen by the bleeping of the timer and brought out hot pizza from the oven. Beth pulled her boots from her aching feet, poured two glasses of Chianti and sank into the corner of the sofa. Jess came to join her bearing gifts of pizzas, and the two girls pulled the curtains closed, picked out a tragically bad romantic comedy and settled into the night.

As Jess devoured her share of the pizza, Beth laboured over hers until most of it had gone cold before she’d finished it. Small morels were torn in her fingers from each slice, which Beth guided through her front teeth towards the few molars at the back of her mouth which actually touched. She’d always known she’d grown up with ‘funny teeth’ but in the two years since the accident, she’d found it harder and harder to even enjoy eating a pizza.

“And they all lived happily ever after”, Beth mocked as the film credits rolled up the screen. She feigned a vomiting reaction to the gooey ending to their evening’s entertainment, earning a roar of laughter from Jess.

“Leave the pots” Jess told Beth. “Jack will be home at twelve and he owes me a favour.”

“Where do I get one of those boyfriends that does the washing up?” Beth asked. “Where am I going to find a boy like me?”

“Dentist’s waiting room?” Jess shot back with a cheeky wink, and ducked to avoid the plastic eggcup spinning through the air towards her.

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Chapter Two
 
“So get it dealt with, Bethany!”

The exasperation in Beth’s mother’s voice was a surprise but the message was the same old story. Every time she went to her parents’ for dinner, it seemed to be chicken wings, thick-cut rump steaks or some other thing she found ridiculously impossible to eat, at least in front of other people. And true to form, Beth would complain about the food and at once feel at fault for allowing herself to be mired in such an awkward situation.

“And how’s that boyfriend search coming along, Bethany? And what about a nice little job? Had any interviews? Any leads at all? Anything…?”. Andrea seemed determined to get an answer of some kind from her daughter that evening.

Beth took a long gulp of the fine Burgundy in her glass and allowed her body to sink into the chair, and her head to sink into her hands. She knew that despite being a little overbearing, her mother cared deeply for her and only struggled to express herself.

The truth was she was utterly tired of a handful of other people telling her she should have had her teeth fixed years ago, or at least get on with doing it now. The reasons she hadn’t were her own, and none of anyone else’s concern. Quite simply, after what seemed like an entire childhood of hospital appointments, operations, uncomfortable procedures and of course, teasing from other schoolchildren, Beth reached her early-teens quite unwilling to embark on yet another programme of the same just to fix a few teeth too close to one another. Fair enough, she thought, but the accident changed soon that, and then things got a lot worse.

Her experience was hardly the stuff of nightmares, but had certainly led to challenges growing up. A club foot diagnosed even before birth should have been an easy fix but its stubborn reluctance to regain its proper form, some would say in perfect parallel to its owner, necessitated years of unpleasant treatment. It then seemed to her that the diagnosis of a rapidly worsening scoliotic curve in her spine, and the resulting surgery, waited patiently until the time Beth’s foot was mended to deliberately prolong her misery.

Finally, came the event on the cricket field having just turned 16 which eventually led Beth to her current situation of noisily masticating the final life out of a dry-aged sirloin. She’d only turned her head for a second but the ball seemed to come out of thin air. The first she saw of it was on the ground lying beside her head after thumping into the side of her face and knocking her easily to the floor. The pain exploded in her jaw and she knew straight away to be afraid of a serious fracture. The good news from the hospital was that whilst there was a small break, they were confident enough in its stability to give Beth a choice in how to proceed. The bad news was that her choice turned out to be the worst decision of her life.

Essentially, it was a coin toss between surgery to screw a plate around the fracture site, which terrified Beth, even after enduring multiple operations in her life so far. The alternative was to fit metal bars which could be used to wire Beth’s jaw closed for a few weeks, whilst the break healed itself. The decision was an easy one for Beth, and a soup diet for a month seemed a small price to pay to avoid having even more steel hardware permanently screwed into her body. Unfortunately for Beth, the impact of the cricket ball had disrupted the growth pattern of her jaws at a crucial phase of her teenage skeletal development and resulted in the development of her underbite by the time she’d reached 17. That, combined with the entirely unexpected pain of removing her fixing bars and wires had led her to her current situation, aged 19, of desperately wanting to improve her teeth but first needing to conquer her inner fears of doing so.

She began to contemplate her mood and the well-worn phrase ‘sick to the back teeth’, and the cruel relevance of it amused her enough to shake her from her introspective state.

“You know it wouldn’t cost anything?”, Andrea went on. “Insurance would cover everything, now I’ve been made partner at the firm. Do think about it, love.”

Little did her mother know that, at first occasionally but now increasingly often, Beth had given serious thought to having an orthodontic assessment, and she now began to wonder if now was the right time in her life to commit to treatment. A week of research commenced, and Beth was struck by one private practice in particular. Their website had lots of ‘before and afters’ which was always the thing Beth liked to study. Interestingly, there were no photos of the patients in the middle of their treatment, but she guessed that if everyone was half as nervous as her, that would easily explain that. She did notice that the final results were all spectacularly perfect; clearly the work of someone who doesn’t settle for nearly-there, thought Beth. They were clearly used to working miracles on some pretty complex cases, even though the people in the final pictures looked several years older than in their ‘before’ shot.

“Oh well”, thought Beth, I guess they take photos at one and two-year follow-up appointments so that’ll be why.
Her hand trembled with nervous excitement as she dialled the number.

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Chapter Four

Hannah led me down the corridor and into a treatment room on the left. The room was light, spacious, and private with just one chair, not like those bustling open-plan clinics Beth had seen on American Youtube channels. There was light classical music playing in the background – Rachmaninoff she thought it might be.

A second woman in scrubs had her back to door as she arranged trays of various implements on the sideboard. She quickly turned and greeted Beth warmly.

“Welcome, Beth. It’s wonderful to have you here. I’m Dr. Kate and it’ll be mine and Hannah’s pleasure to look after you. I guess you already met the twins?”

“Yes, thank you. It took me a while to realise they were actually twins, I must say”, explained Beth.

“I know! At least they’re easy to tell apart now. And of course, it’s so convenient for me having my own daughters work with me.”

“Wait… the girls are your daughters?”, Beth asked, stunned that she’d missed that genetic resemblance too.

“That’s right”, Dr. Kate continued. “Lexi’s is here full time. She’s our little rebel, and I like to keep my eye on her”, she said, jokingly. “And Holly just pops in when she has time between other jobs. They recently turned 21 so Holly at least is back off to university to do her Masters quite soon. Anyway, enough about me. Let’s have a look at you, Beth. Hop up and get yourself comfortable in the chair, and Hannah will prepare you for the exam”.

Beth settled herself into the chair and Hannah reclined it towards her. Hannah started with a thorough clean of Beth’s teeth, and there followed an hour of Dr. Kate’s examinations. She physically examined Beth’s mouth, took a series of X-Rays, and then photographs with Hannah stretching Beth’s lips and cheeks using metal retractors. Finally, impression trays were filled with alginate, which Hannah guided between Beth’s lips and pushed hard against her top and bottom teeth. All this time, Dr. Kate didn’t say a lot but wrote pages of notes and made a lot of barely audible tutting noises which Beth found particularly unsettling.

“OK, Beth”, she finally said, as she sat by the treatment chair and removed her mask. “There’s a quite a lot going on in there, and some of it quite difficult to deal with. Luckily that’s what I do best.” Dr. Kate reeled off her overwhelming list of observations.

“Obviously your biggest issue is your underbite. That’s going to cause you endless problems later in life if we don’t fix that. You’ve ended up with an open bite too, and your molars are sitting a lot lower that your other teeth. You probably know your top jaw is too narrow for your teeth to sit straight but your lower arch is also a bad shape. And all the crowding we can see in your front teeth is really just a result of all that other stuff.”

“Now normally, I’d be referring you straight for surgery, but I see from your forms that you don’t want that, is that right?”

“Er, yeah”, Beth replied timidly, quickly worried about what she’d got herself in to. “No surgery please”.

“Alright, I’m sure I’ll think of something”, continued Dr. Kate, more reassuringly. “But you have to know there are no quick fixes for issues like yours. And I need commitment from you to make it work, and to keep up my perfect results record.”

Beth’s mind darted back to her conversation with Holly, and she couldn’t help herself asking the obvious question. “Dr. Kate? Where did Holly get her braces treatment?”

Dr. Kate looked like it was a strange question to ask, and I guess to her it was. “I did it myself, obviously”, she answered with a confused tone. “But Holly did exactly as she was told, of course.”

She continued, quickly changing the subject back to Beth: “I need to work out your treatment plan, Beth. I don’t feel you have a lot of options here, so I suggest you make your next appointment with the girls for three weeks’ time, and we just get on with it. I think there’s something we can try that isn’t too invasive.”

Beth nodded, meekly. “And what if it doesn’t work?”, she asked, concerned.

“Don’t you worry”, said the doctor. “I always get my results!”