With that image in my mind, Juliet glared at me. I shifted to let her get a good look at my toned, gym–sculpted legs.
“Aw, too bad, all my cash went into this fabulous gym gear!
“And hey, Juliet, losing a limb got its perks–you get to save a fortune on gym memberships, right?”
Juliet was seething with rage.
She screamed at Jeffrey, “Jeffrey, why are her legs still intact? Why isn’t she the one who lost a limb? You promised the curse would work, didn’t you?!”
I feigned confusion and fixed my gaze on Jeffrey, pressing him for answers, “Curse? What are you talking about?”
Jeffrey was clearly flustered.
He quickly had the nurse wheel Juliet away before he tried to sidestep my questions.
“Yazzy, Juliet is just talking crazy because she’s too stressed out.
“I mean, the doctors were hopeful about her legs getting better, but out of nowhere, they started to get all hairy and moldy, and she needed an amputation!”
He then looked me over once more, his eyes searching. “Yazzy, you look a little different. Haven’t seen you in two weeks.”
I inhaled deeply. “Yeah, I don’t know why, but my hair’s turning grey and I’ve been feeling pretty weak, so I figured I’d hit the gym.”
My words seemed to erase all his doubts.
He could barely keep the grin off his face as he asked eagerly, “For real?”
I pulled off my wig, showing off the hair I had just dyed.
Jeffrey could not help but exclaim, “That’s awesome! And the lottery?”
Realizing he might have shown too much interest, he coughed awkwardly. “I mean, Yazzy, it’s awesome you’re working out. However, the lottery, how much did you win?”
I whipped out my phone and started the app I had set up. “Check it out, one thousand five hundred dollars.”
