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Am I allergic to my anklet?”
That made her freeze. She did not want to be allergic to her jewelry because that would mean she would have to remove it. Hopping into her kitchen, she laid the flower down on the countertop and leaned over to get a vase, sighing in relief as the burn became less intense.
“Maybe it is time to remove it, at least for a few hours,” she tried to convince herself as she poured water into the vase. “At least to check for a rash or something.” Her fingers reached out for the flower and the second they made contact, her ankle once again burst into shards of stinging pain.
Screaming, she dropped the flower and grabbed hold of her ankle, hopping back and forth on her one foot as she tried desperately to unhook the anklet. “Crap, crap, crap,” she hissed as tears ran down her cheeks. Hopping to the closest chair, she sat down and scrambled for the clasp on the anklet. It seemed to take forever as she fiddled around it, trying to find the small item. Finally, when she was about to pull out some ice and pour it over her foot, she found it.
Grasping the small lever, she pulled and screamed.
The lever pulled back, but when she pulled at the metal to pull it off her ankle, it seemed to be adhered to her skin. Yanking at it, she finally made it budge, letting out another scream when her skin tore. “Holy crap! What am I going to do? The thing has become a part of me!” Before she could try to think logically, noise erupted from her doorway.
“Auntie Ari!” three tiny voices called.
“Crap!” Ari looked at her ankle where a thin line of blood visibly trickled down her foot and between her toes. Grabbing the closest hand towel, she shut the lever on the clasp to keep it in place until she could have it removed and wrapped the towel over it.
“Just a minute!” she called back, standing up and limping slightly out to the living room.
Jane was getting the girls settled on the couch so at first she did not notice her sister. When she did look over, her eyes narrowed. “Ari, what’s wrong?”
Shaking her head and putting on a fake smile, Ari smiled at her nieces. “Hey, Kari, Nell, Shasta, guess what I have for you?”
“What Auntie Ari?” they chimed together, making her grin. Who knew identical triplets could be so cute? They all had their father’s coloring with their bright red hair and deep green eyes. Add in their cherubic faces, and she didn’t see how anyone could not fall in love with them on sight.
Grabbing the pigs, she tossed them at the girls. With squeals of delight, they wrestled with them, and before long they were playing quite happily, ignoring the two adults in the room.
“While they are playing, let’s take care of that foot,” Jane said quietly, grabbing Ari’s hand and dragging her into the kitchen. While Ari watched her, Jane efficiently put the flower in the vase and placed it on the counter before wetting down a couple of hand towels. Then she walked past Ari, returning a few minutes later with antibiotic cream and some bandages.
“So, what happened?” she asked, patting the countertop as her way of giving Ari the direction to hop up there.
“Not sure.” Ari winced, hopping over and up onto the fake granite. “I got this anklet about a week ago and it has been just fine, but for the last day I’ve been having some reactions to it. When I tried to remove it, I tore my skin.”
Shaking her head, Jane removed the towel and quickly cleaned up the dried blood. Turning Ari’s ankle this way and that, she asked, “How does it feel now?”
“It is still burning.”
Frowning, Jane looked up at her. “Where’s the clasp?”
“Oh, it’s hard to find. Just a second.” Fumbling around, Ari found the small lever. “Here.” She pulled it up gingerly and left it.
Jane grabbed the lever and lifted it slightly. “Oh dear, I see what you mean.” Letting her fingers trail along the top of the anklet, she tried to get her nails underneath it.
That made her freeze. She did not want to be allergic to her jewelry because that would mean she would have to remove it. Hopping into her kitchen, she laid the flower down on the countertop and leaned over to get a vase, sighing in relief as the burn became less intense.
“Maybe it is time to remove it, at least for a few hours,” she tried to convince herself as she poured water into the vase. “At least to check for a rash or something.” Her fingers reached out for the flower and the second they made contact, her ankle once again burst into shards of stinging pain.
Screaming, she dropped the flower and grabbed hold of her ankle, hopping back and forth on her one foot as she tried desperately to unhook the anklet. “Crap, crap, crap,” she hissed as tears ran down her cheeks. Hopping to the closest chair, she sat down and scrambled for the clasp on the anklet. It seemed to take forever as she fiddled around it, trying to find the small item. Finally, when she was about to pull out some ice and pour it over her foot, she found it.
Grasping the small lever, she pulled and screamed.
The lever pulled back, but when she pulled at the metal to pull it off her ankle, it seemed to be adhered to her skin. Yanking at it, she finally made it budge, letting out another scream when her skin tore. “Holy crap! What am I going to do? The thing has become a part of me!” Before she could try to think logically, noise erupted from her doorway.
“Auntie Ari!” three tiny voices called.
“Crap!” Ari looked at her ankle where a thin line of blood visibly trickled down her foot and between her toes. Grabbing the closest hand towel, she shut the lever on the clasp to keep it in place until she could have it removed and wrapped the towel over it.
“Just a minute!” she called back, standing up and limping slightly out to the living room.
Jane was getting the girls settled on the couch so at first she did not notice her sister. When she did look over, her eyes narrowed. “Ari, what’s wrong?”
Shaking her head and putting on a fake smile, Ari smiled at her nieces. “Hey, Kari, Nell, Shasta, guess what I have for you?”
“What Auntie Ari?” they chimed together, making her grin. Who knew identical triplets could be so cute? They all had their father’s coloring with their bright red hair and deep green eyes. Add in their cherubic faces, and she didn’t see how anyone could not fall in love with them on sight.
Grabbing the pigs, she tossed them at the girls. With squeals of delight, they wrestled with them, and before long they were playing quite happily, ignoring the two adults in the room.
“While they are playing, let’s take care of that foot,” Jane said quietly, grabbing Ari’s hand and dragging her into the kitchen. While Ari watched her, Jane efficiently put the flower in the vase and placed it on the counter before wetting down a couple of hand towels. Then she walked past Ari, returning a few minutes later with antibiotic cream and some bandages.
“So, what happened?” she asked, patting the countertop as her way of giving Ari the direction to hop up there.
“Not sure.” Ari winced, hopping over and up onto the fake granite. “I got this anklet about a week ago and it has been just fine, but for the last day I’ve been having some reactions to it. When I tried to remove it, I tore my skin.”
Shaking her head, Jane removed the towel and quickly cleaned up the dried blood. Turning Ari’s ankle this way and that, she asked, “How does it feel now?”
“It is still burning.”
Frowning, Jane looked up at her. “Where’s the clasp?”
“Oh, it’s hard to find. Just a second.” Fumbling around, Ari found the small lever. “Here.” She pulled it up gingerly and left it.
Jane grabbed the lever and lifted it slightly. “Oh dear, I see what you mean.” Letting her fingers trail along the top of the anklet, she tried to get her nails underneath it.
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