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I might do the other later. Here's greed.
Her mom always worried about her eating too much candy. Her father liked to say it was because Althea's grandfather had been a dentist and her mother was just trying to make sure she grew up as miserable as she was and snuck his daughter bags of M & Ms and packets of Reese Cups whenever possible. Her mom just told her that her smile was important because it was the first thing people saw. Althea honestly didn't see the point of worrying about her teeth when she was seven. She had lost two already.

The candy was almost always in her mother's purse, something she had been told not to go snooping around in unless someone specifically said so, but she was out shopping so Althea didn't see the harm. Candy deprived in her early years or not, her mother had a sweet tooth now and always kept something handy. Lifesavers weren't her favorite, (her mother usually stuck to chocolate) but she could hardly afford to be picky. She tore some paper of the already opened roll and knew she had to be careful. If she took more than the one already in her hand, she would have to tear off more and that would be a dead giveaway.

It was butter rum flavored and stuck to her teeth one it had gotten had gotten thin enough to bite. She stuck a finger in her mouth, trying to get a bit of it off one her mother came in, plastic K Mart bags in hand just in time to see the torn off bits of wrapper (and her purse) in her daughter's lap.

"Thea!" she scolded. "Have you been eating candy?"

"Dad said I could have some?" she offered with what she hoped was an innocent smile and a shrug.

After that Jenna started hiding things in the glove compartment of her car. Her daughter figured that out a couple weeks later.