In the morning you wake to find another tooth underneath your pillow. You aren’t surprised. For years now it’s been happening. Every once in a while there will be a tooth, almost always a molar, just waiting for you. The Tooth Fairy, you know, is getting much too old. She must have early onset dementia. You place the tooth in the tin box you keep beneath your bed. The tin box is filled with teeth. You drop the tooth in. You replace the lid. Then you shake the box, one, two, three times, like a rattle.