Curse

[marval]

A statuesque blonde walked into a dinner party on the arm of a bald, elderly, scowling tycoon.

A society lady approached the young lovely to admire the huge shimmering gemstone hanging around her neck.

"I must tell you," the matron exclaimed, "that you are wearing the most incredible piece of jewelry I have ever seen."

"That," the blonde responded, "is the one-and-only Blanton diamond."

"I'm surprised I've never heard of it," the woman marveled. "I study famous gems as a hobby."

"Well," the blonde revealed, "the Blanton diamond has an ancient, unspeakably evil curse attached to it."

"Really?" the woman queried. "What could that be?"

The blonde grimaced and gestured toward the tycoon. "Mr. Blanton, over there."