Jim and Mr. Brady were in the living room. They heard Mrs. Winston and Mrs. McGruder complimenting me on my hair, and both came hurrying out to see.
"You look great," Jim said.
"Very beautiful, my dear," Mr. Brady said. "I've taken note of how perfect your teeth are, by the way. Are you using anything special to keep them that white, because I have a new product . . ."
"No, nothing special. I've always had good teeth."
"No cavities?"
"No," I said, smiling.
"I have about a dozen," Jim said. "Ate too much candy when I was a teenager."
"You know, we have this new mechanical toothbrush I mentioned," Mr. Brady told him. "I can give it to you wholesale."
Jim nodded but kept his eyes on me. His obvious longing made me uncomfortable. I was happy when Julia Dolan opened the front door. She was right on time. I thought she looked very pretty, too.
