Chapter Eight
‘I’ve read Fifty Shades of Grey. And these things don’t go in me mouth!’ Two silver balls rolled in Sally’s palm.
Rhys fixed her with a confused expression. ‘What are you talking about? These are speech therapy balls. You put one in each cheek and then we just talk. They won’t hurt your teeth. They’re plastic.’
‘This is b****y ridiculous.’ Sally stared at the innocuous balls.
‘There’s nothing ridiculous about it. The idea is to bring your voice into the back of your mouth so you produce a well-modulated tone. When these are in your mouth, your tongue moves differently, allowing the flow of air move in an altered way.’
‘As opposed to speaking from my nose, like everyone thinks I do. I can’t hear that I do that. This is gunna be a total waste of time.’
‘These do work, Sal
