Granny Emma was waiting for Teddy in the kitchen once he finally got back. It had taken him a while, his legs weak and thighs very sore, not to mention how his hole throbbed with each step reminding him of what had happened. If Teddy had any consolation for his first visit to the dentist, he at least knew he was very clean. Dr. Wilson had been very clear on that, checking his aching hole repeatedly with his fingers before letting him out of the chair.
“Teddy, were you polite? Obedient?” Granny Emma asked the moment he found her, looking sternly behind her thick glasses. Teddy nodded, stepping up and moving foot to foot in the hopes of getting his too tight shorts to stop riding up his thighs so much.
“Yes, Granny. I, uh, did everything he asked,” Teddy answered truthfully.
“Good. I have a reputation to uphold in this town. I can’t have some upstart grandson making me look like a fool. Now, what’s in your hand there?” At his grandmother’s urgings, Teddy handed the bent woman his bag from the dentist. He bit his lip, watching her riffle through, her glasses pushed up her nose to see.
Granny Emma pulled out a thick envelope, handing the bag and the rest of the contents to Teddy. She carefully removed a letter from the envelope, Teddy catching sight of what looked like a lot of money before she tucked it away in her housecoat and began reading what Dr. Wilson had written.
“Teddy… this is promising. The doctor says your teeth were in perfect condition and that he showed you how to keep yourself clean.” She peered over her glasses at his head. “Twice a day, at the least. You have such a pretty smile boy; no point wasting it.”
“Okay, Granny,” Teddy agreed quietly.
“You were very well behaved, he says. Very well. He even gave you a reward—Teddy, Dr. Wilson does not give out rewards willy-nilly. He is a respected businessman and expects quiet and obedience from his clients. You have done very well. I’m proud of you. I think you’ve been so well behaved that we can get you started in school right away.”
Teddy brightened, his eyes lighting up and hands clasping into fists as he refrained from jumping. He didn’t dare say anything, afraid that if he said how much he wanted to go to school that his granny might decide to take it from him as had many a mean relative done to him in the past. But he beamed his pleasure, thinking of the many fun things he could do with others his own age.
“Oh, Dr. Wilson thinks you would make a good special friend, boy. This is good news. Money has been so scarce lately. Teddy, help me feed the cats and then I’m going to make us a little treat.”
“Really?” Teddy asked, pulled from his thoughts.
“Just a little one. No point ruining your teeth. But I was thinking some root beer mixed with ice cream. Have you ever had a float before?” Teddy shook his head, the idea sounding fascinating and delicious. He hadn’t been allowed much of anything nice, sweets a luxury many of his relatives wouldn’t waste on him.
“Well, get to work and we’ll whip some up together.”
Teddy jumped to action, smiling secretively as he picked up the dirty plates off the floor that the woman used to feed the cats and went in search of the canned cat food.
Living with Granny Emma was going to be much better than with his Aunt Jenny. There were no mean boys to pick on him and twist his nipples when he was trying to sleep. He was going to go to school and he even got treats for doing what he was told—Teddy always did as he was told. He even got his own room and got to play in such a big, crazy house.
Teddy had very much won the jackpot with Granny Emma and, hopefully, if he was respectful enough and made himself a big enough help, she wouldn’t kick him out once her leg got better.