CAUTION

"Can I make your stay any better? " I asked, kindly. I have made myself a little more available than just a simple friend.

She, propped her feet onto my lap, leaned back and sank into a bed of pillows. I didn't seem to mind, after all, I have made myself just a little more available.

"Nice necklace. Where did you get it from?" she asked, casually.
I answered, " It's an inheritance."
"No way, it looks similar to the ones you find in bazaars."
I looked at her, slightly shocked and stood my defense. " It was my great grandmother's."
"Maybe she got it from a gypsy. You know those cheap ones, selling fortune on the streets. Women those days, so gullible. Heck, they still exist today." She eyed me, knowingly.

It was involuntary, and happened so fast, I didn't realize I did it, until she walked away, that I had flung my hot cup of tea on her face.

I heard no wails or screams but I was sure my act had left a scar.

I hugged myself, inwardly protesting the eager flow of tears, clutching my necklace, lovingly, even if they were bought from a cheap gypsy.