There wasn't going to be an easy way to tell her.
She'd been gone an awfully long time, and I was starting to think maybe she'd high-tailed it out the back door. Just as I was beginning to regret the necklace, I caught sight of her sashaying back through the place. As usual, all eyes were on her. I thought at first it was the sapphires, but I was mistaken.
"You've, um, got ..." I guess my face told the rest of the story, because she looked down and grabbed a napkin."Oh, poo!", she said.
ShoeStories™ by Claudia Lynch