She had always been accident prone.
As a child she could trip over anything. A kerb. A tree root. Her own feet. She lost teeth, carried bruises like they were pennies and broke the occasional bone.
As a young adult the clumsiness didn’t abate. She stubbed toes and dropped cutlery with alarming regularity. She refused to hold friends’ babies until at the very least they could support their own heads. Even then she surrounded herself with cushions.
Things broke easily.
But now when people asked her what she did, she always laughed.
“I’m a jewellery designer. I work with diamonds.”
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