Satterfield sat in the office of Dr. Hobbs. “I’ve got an emergency out
at my house, Doc,” muttered Satterfield. “My son Steve was kissing his
girlfriend while his mother and I were out this afternoon, and he got
his braces locked.”
“No problem,” said the dentist. “I have to unlock teenagers’ braces
all the time.”
“From an I.U.D.?”