First Losses There is a new wiggle a waggle a jiggle. The smooth arc of white dentin suddenly has an unconformity a thrust plate a bump in the road of growing up. There is a little blood but worse is the loss of permanence of stability of strength. The body betrays us insists on change casts off parts before we’re ready. Every rite of passage feels a little bit wrong before you’re out the other side. “It is an unusual feeling,” Owen says with apprehension. “What day did it first happen to you?” |