“No, Gill. I told you, nothing that will get caught in your teeth!” Gill stood holding the package of party mix, looking at his wife as if she had slapped his hand after he went for the sweetie jar. “C’mon, Dana. People can drink something if they are afraid of their breath.” Dana Powell turned away from setting up the bar for the evening to give a withering look at her husband. “It’s not just about breath! You want to be...