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A few days ago, we were playing a Lord of the Rings game. I had my Evenstar necklace out, and we took the One Ring out of the LotR Risk game.
I hung the Ring on my Evenstar chain. My brothers asked to use it; I said yes. "Put the chain on my desk when you are finished!"
"Okay! C'mon, lets go defeat Sauron. We should recruit Ulme."
The next day we hurried around the kitchen, attempting to make a lunch out of quite old leftovers. Everyone was stepping on feet, knocking chairs over, being loud, and generally increasing noise and commotion. As I put my sandwhich of leftover meat in the toaster, I noticed something on the counter.
My chain! After practically knocking a milk jug onto the day's mail, I reached across the fruit bowl and grabbed my chain.
Only half of it came. (click read more)
"WHO BROKE MY EVENSTAR NECKLACE?!" I shouted. I may have overreacted a wee bit, because everyone stopped bickering and Nicholas ran out of the room.
Nicholas running out of the room is a sure sign of Nicholas being a culprit.
"NICK!!!"
That was a rope chain! I wouldn't be able to repair it!
"Shaylynn Ann, calm down!" Uh-oh. Middle name. Calm down.
I took a deep breath and picked a up a washrag from the floor. The boys knew that that chain was my favorite. I wore it with more than my Evenstar pendant. I never let them play with it before yesterday; they promised to put it away when they were done. I tossed the washrag into the laundry room as Nick sulked back into the dining room.
"Nick, did you know my necklace was broken?"
His eyes darted suspiciously to the side; a strange sort of grin made his nose wrinkle.
"Nick! You were supposed to put the chain on my desk! What did you do to it?"
He ignored me, and quickly asked Mom what he was having for lunch.
After awhile, I managed to pace together that Nick had the necklace when it broke and he was in the kitchen when it happened.
"Were you spinning it?" Mom asked, twirling an imaginary chain above her head. Nick shook his head.
At this point, I noticed that not all of the chain was on the counter. The part with the clasps was missing. "WHERE is the rest of it?" Nick didn't know. "Where exactly were you when it broke?"
"There," he said, unhelpfully pointing in the direction of the small counter, fridge, oven, laundry room, and trash can. He refused to be more specific.
"Nick, what exactly were you doing when it broke?" Mom asked calmly. Marcus tugged on her arm and she went back to making a PBJ sandwhich.
"I, er, I was doing this..." Nick said sheepishly. He made two fists and pulled them towards him.
"What?" That was a weird thing to be doing with a necklace, and an even weirder thing for it to have broken. "What, was it latched onto something?"
He nodded.
I gaped.
"What? What was it latched onto? Were you trying to get it off or something? Who latched it? What happened?"
"It was on the fridge. Fridge handles. Er... Um... I did this." He pulled his fists towards himself again. "I didn't mean for it to break!"
"What? The chain was tied onto the fridge handles and you YANKED on it?"
"Uh.... Uh-huh."
As it turns out, he wasn't trying to break it. He wasn't mad at me, he wasn't trying to get it off. He just somehow managed to turn off his brain. Because he SO wasn't thinking...
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