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“Um, Ari? The whole thing seems stuck to your ankle. What’s it made of?”
“I’m not quite sure.”
Turning, Jane exited the kitchen for a moment, coming back with some hydrogen peroxide. “Place your ankle over the sink.”
Knowing she looked real stupid, Ari moved as quickly as possible to do so. Her ankle still burned and she wanted the thing off…almost as much as she wanted to leave it on. Jane poured the peroxide on top of the jewelry making Ari squeak.
“Oh, don’t be a baby,” Jane chided.
“It’s not that,” Ari whined. “Don’t hurt the anklet.”
Jane looked up at her, her mouth partially open. “Don’t hurt the anklet? Ari, this thing is hurting you.”
“I don’t care. I will wear something between the anklet and me if I have to, but I don’t want to lose it.”
Rolling her eyes, once again Jane tried to run her fingernail between the anklet and Ari’s skin. “Shit!” Jane hissed.
“What?” Ari cried out, afraid Jane had broken it.
Lifting her hand, Jane showed off her extremely nice manicured set of nails. Except for one which was now torn.
“Oh.” Ari looked at her sister in surprise. Jane had had long fingernails as long as Ari had remembered; ever since their mother had allowed her to get her first manicure. “What happened?”
“The anklet just severed the nail. How strange.” Not to be deterred, Jane grabbed the peroxide, lifted up the latch, and poured it where the skin had torn.
A hiss escaped Ari’s lips, but that was all the sound she made as the cold liquid met her torn skin.
“Well, there are no bubbles, so at least there is no infection,” Jane said cautiously, as she pulled lightly at the anklet, trying to make it come away from her sister’s body. Finally, she re-latched the clasp and looked up. “Ari, I think you need to go to the emergency room and have that thing removed.”
Groaning, Ari shook her head. She hated doctors and hospitals more than anything in the world. Even if she didn’t, she had the feeling they would be more likely to want to cut it off and she was not about to allow that. “I’m sure it will come off. Later, I will take a nice hot bath, and I bet it releases then.”
Frowning, Jane rinsed Ari’s ankle and wrapped it in gauze. “Well, keep an eye on it. If it looks like it is becoming infected, call me, and I will take you to the emergency room right away.” She stood up and leveled her most motherly gaze at Arwen. “Tomorrow you call your normal doctor and have him remove it. Understand?”
Groaning, Ari whipped her body around and hopped off the counter, only wincing slightly as she landed. “Yes, Mom.”
Smiling, Jane turned to the flower. “Where did you get this? It’s quite beautiful.”
Ari’s eyes settled on the strange flower that had three deep red petals shaped like helicopter blades surrounded by a bevy of white fuzz. The center of the flower was a deep black, deeper than she had seen in any flower before. It was captivating and rather unsettling to look at.
Shaking her head, Ari took the vase, hissing as the burn exploded in her ankle, but tried to ignore it, at least as long as Jane was nearby. “Somebody left it on my doorstep. I’m not even sure what kind of flower it is.”
“It’s gorgeous. When you find out, let me know. I would love to have some in the house.”
After placing the flower on her bedside table, she went back into the living room, glad the burn was settling into just heat. Now it felt like a light sunburn—that she could handle.
For two hours, Ari and her sister talked and played with the triplets while eating the cinnamon rolls Jane brought. It was so nice Ari practically forgot how bossy Jane had been about men lately. Almost as soon as she thought that, Jane ruined it.
“So, any interesting men online?” Jane asked without looking at her sister.
Shaking her head at the irony, she wondered if she hadn’t thought it would Jane have mentioned anything, Ari nodded.
“I’m not quite sure.”
Turning, Jane exited the kitchen for a moment, coming back with some hydrogen peroxide. “Place your ankle over the sink.”
Knowing she looked real stupid, Ari moved as quickly as possible to do so. Her ankle still burned and she wanted the thing off…almost as much as she wanted to leave it on. Jane poured the peroxide on top of the jewelry making Ari squeak.
“Oh, don’t be a baby,” Jane chided.
“It’s not that,” Ari whined. “Don’t hurt the anklet.”
Jane looked up at her, her mouth partially open. “Don’t hurt the anklet? Ari, this thing is hurting you.”
“I don’t care. I will wear something between the anklet and me if I have to, but I don’t want to lose it.”
Rolling her eyes, once again Jane tried to run her fingernail between the anklet and Ari’s skin. “Shit!” Jane hissed.
“What?” Ari cried out, afraid Jane had broken it.
Lifting her hand, Jane showed off her extremely nice manicured set of nails. Except for one which was now torn.
“Oh.” Ari looked at her sister in surprise. Jane had had long fingernails as long as Ari had remembered; ever since their mother had allowed her to get her first manicure. “What happened?”
“The anklet just severed the nail. How strange.” Not to be deterred, Jane grabbed the peroxide, lifted up the latch, and poured it where the skin had torn.
A hiss escaped Ari’s lips, but that was all the sound she made as the cold liquid met her torn skin.
“Well, there are no bubbles, so at least there is no infection,” Jane said cautiously, as she pulled lightly at the anklet, trying to make it come away from her sister’s body. Finally, she re-latched the clasp and looked up. “Ari, I think you need to go to the emergency room and have that thing removed.”
Groaning, Ari shook her head. She hated doctors and hospitals more than anything in the world. Even if she didn’t, she had the feeling they would be more likely to want to cut it off and she was not about to allow that. “I’m sure it will come off. Later, I will take a nice hot bath, and I bet it releases then.”
Frowning, Jane rinsed Ari’s ankle and wrapped it in gauze. “Well, keep an eye on it. If it looks like it is becoming infected, call me, and I will take you to the emergency room right away.” She stood up and leveled her most motherly gaze at Arwen. “Tomorrow you call your normal doctor and have him remove it. Understand?”
Groaning, Ari whipped her body around and hopped off the counter, only wincing slightly as she landed. “Yes, Mom.”
Smiling, Jane turned to the flower. “Where did you get this? It’s quite beautiful.”
Ari’s eyes settled on the strange flower that had three deep red petals shaped like helicopter blades surrounded by a bevy of white fuzz. The center of the flower was a deep black, deeper than she had seen in any flower before. It was captivating and rather unsettling to look at.
Shaking her head, Ari took the vase, hissing as the burn exploded in her ankle, but tried to ignore it, at least as long as Jane was nearby. “Somebody left it on my doorstep. I’m not even sure what kind of flower it is.”
“It’s gorgeous. When you find out, let me know. I would love to have some in the house.”
After placing the flower on her bedside table, she went back into the living room, glad the burn was settling into just heat. Now it felt like a light sunburn—that she could handle.
For two hours, Ari and her sister talked and played with the triplets while eating the cinnamon rolls Jane brought. It was so nice Ari practically forgot how bossy Jane had been about men lately. Almost as soon as she thought that, Jane ruined it.
“So, any interesting men online?” Jane asked without looking at her sister.
Shaking her head at the irony, she wondered if she hadn’t thought it would Jane have mentioned anything, Ari nodded.
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