WhatGoesAroundComesAround_DavisRob

had with my parents that night, or the pleasure of the thrice weekly visits
I had with Dr. Elster that summer, but why do that to you? If I try – and
it doesn’t take much – I can still hear the sound of that drill in my head
and feel its grinding vibration. Even worse, I never did get used to the
look and feel of the needle when he administered the Novocain. The
resulting numbness seemed to last forever, but it was definitely
preferable to the agony without it.
But enough said about that. The worst part was – can you guess?
What? You don’t know? You don’t get it? That’s right! I had to give up
my Mounds bars and Nestle Crunch. I had to kiss goodbye my
Chocolate Babies and Dots. Just looking at them set off the sound of
that drill in my head.
One Sunday afternoon following our family dinner, my father was
passing around pieces of a delicious-looking cake he’d just made. It
was steaming warm and gooey and smelled great. “No thanks,” I said
when it came to my turn.