• Chrissy was practically inhaling the toothpaste. She sucked on the end of the uncapped toothpaste tube, happy as a clam. I just stared in a mixture of awe and disgust.
    Troy watched her and grinned.
    "She just can't enough of that new spearmint toothpaste."
    I gulped and walked over to her.
    "Hey Chrissy, how many of those have you had?"
    Chrissy narrowed her brown eyes in thought.
    "4 so far."
    She held up 4 emptied toothpaste tubes in the palm of her hand. I grimaced and sat down on the floor next to her. Tory (Chrissy's longtime boyfriend) sat down with us too.
    Chrissy got up.
    "I need water."
    And walked oput of the room. Troy watched her leave.
    "Some talent she's got."
    I nodded mutely. I picked up a toothpaste tube then read the back just for fun. I read something, the re-read it.
    All it said for a warning was this;
    'If more then used for brushing is accidentally swallowed, call poison control right away.'
    I went a couple shades of white. Then Chrissy came back in.
    "Hey, Malory, what's wrong are you sick?"
    I shook my head and stood up. Then I left the room and picked up the phone.