“Maria Torres?” The dentist, a young woman with tired eyes, waved her in.
Leo stayed in the waiting room, counting ceiling tiles.
Maria looked away. Her smile was gone. But at least the infection was too.
Across from her, a man in a torn carpenter’s jacket stared at a pamphlet titled Ontario Works: Your Health Benefits . He’d been laid off when the warehouse automated his shift. Maria understood. She’d been on OW for four months now, ever since the diner closed. The monthly $733 cheque barely covered her basement room and groceries. But the dental card—a flimsy piece of yellow paper—was her only lifeline.
In the chair, the dentist clicked on a light and peered inside. She winced. “It’s infected. We can pull it, or…” She hesitated, lowering her voice. “Off the record, if you had $400, I could do a temporary crown. It’ll last two years.”
That night, while Leo slept, she searched online again: “Ontario works dental coverage — adult preventive care.” The page was unchanged. She closed the laptop and touched her swollen cheek.