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weird-looking head-shaped bead that had two red dots like eyes. |
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Kyna recognized a few of the stones: turquoise, which was her favorite, a clear quartz crystal, an opal, an amethyst and a lapis lazuli. One triangular piece appeared to be an arrowhead. |
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"Oh Bryan," she whispered, mentally taking back all the nasty things she had been thinking. He knew how much she liked Indian jewelry. |
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The necklace looked incredibly old and smelled slightly rancid, but she slipped it over her head and tucked it away under her blouseit felt warm and strangely oily next to her skin. |
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Glancing at her watch, Kyna started the engine and pulled back onto Park Avenue. It was time to pick up her bodyguard and head to the airport. As she passed the entrance to the Brooks Museum of Art, she noticed a yellow bus unloading a group of schoolgirls in plaid skirts and white blouses. |
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All those shining faces, she thought. All those naive hopes and dreams. Kyna could almost hear Sister Mary Agnes's voice. |
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Your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit. If you don't respect it, who will? |
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"Not Bryan," Kyna muttered. "That's for damned sure." |
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Boys are only interested in one thing . . . and it's not your minds. |
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All at once Kyna felt flushed. Beads of sweat rolled down her back and she could feel the hair lying like clammy fingers on her neck. |
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"What the devil's going on?" |
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Kyna turned the air conditioner up as far as it would go and unbuttoned her pin-striped jacket. When she glanced up into the rearview mirror, she suddenly screamed and slammed on the brakes, skidding the car sideways into the parking lot of a strip mall. |
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A woman driving a minivan full of snot-nosed kids honked and gave Kyna the finger, but Kyna ignored the woman and turned quickly to look behind her seat. |
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