“Guess what the going rate for teeth is,” Marjorie said.
“Uh, three dollars.” Angie thought that was an outrageous sum. She’d once got a quarter for a wisdom tooth from a boyfriend. A joke. The Tooth Fairy gave her a dime for each.
“Six and change.” Gotcha, her grin said.
“Oh, c’mon.” Angie thought Marjorie exaggerated to get attention.
But later, Angie ran across an item in News of the Weird. Six was the average. Some kids got a Benjamin for each tooth. She said to her mother, “You ripped me off.” Then she told her how.
Mom laughed. “Inflation.”
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