Curse

"I don't think your life is tanking," April said quietly, staring at the antique tea cart proudly displayed in the entryway. "I think you are the proud recipient of a cursed object." Wanda followed her gaze and reacted, "No way! That's been in my family for AGES; it was always supposed to be mine." "But it took you a hot minute to get your sister to let you have it," April reminded her friend, "and that was contentious AF, right?" Wanda nodded (and then sat looking confused). "Don't overthink it," April continued, "just get it seen to with salt and blah blah blah. You'll have to cleanse the thing itself and everything you've put in it and on it. And there's no need to roll up on your sister; I'm pretty sure she didn't do it consciously." "She didn't curse me consciously?" Wanda asked, incredulous and deeply annoyed. "Nope," April responded with a sigh. "It's in everything we do as human beings; it's in our work and our homes and our gifts ... it's how we roll. We are always doing and behind that doing is the question: do I bless this or do I curse this? We are amazingly kind and generous, and we also suck in ways that are mind boggling." Wanda wanted to push back and defend herself but, just that morning, she'd submitted a report that was not entirely accurate in the hopes it would get someone fired.