✨🦷"Made of human teeth."🦷✨
I found it first. I let the police discover it, but I found it first. As Amma trailed me like an angry dog, I tore through the apartment, upending seat cushions, rummaging through drawers. What have you done, Amma? By the time I got her to her room, she was calm. Smug. I sifted through her panties, dumped out her wish chest, turned over her mattress.
I went through her desk and uncovered only pencils, stickers, and a cup that stank of bleach.
I swet out the contents of the dollhouse room by room, smashing my little four-poster bed. Amma's day bed, the lemon yellow love seat. Once I'd flung out my mother's big brass canopy and destoryed her vanity table, either Amma or I screamed. Maybe both of us did. The floor of my mother's room. The beautiful ivory tiles. Made of human teeth. Fifty-six tiny teeth, cleaned and bleached and shining from the floor.
pp. 246-247, paperback edition of Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn