“What is that ugly thing?” Betty asked as she slipped into the passenger seat..
“Dave had it when we met and he insists it has special powers,” Jackie said with a sigh. “Every time I throw it away, Dave “rescues” it and pitches a fit. This time I’m going to throw it away where he won’t find it.”
Jackie pulled to the curb, picked up the artifact and dropped it into a trash bin. Brushing her hands on her jeans, she got behind the wheel again and drove away.
She didn’t hear the voice issuing from the trash bin. “Damn! Not again!”