That Devils Mask

I would not have that devil’s mask in my house said Nana. I laughed at her silliness and scarfed down my banana. You will not be laughing tomorrow, when you wake up in pain! That mask has a history, an attitude, a personality, and a brain! This is what it’s like to have a superstitious grandmother, you know. She will not back off, and she lives feelings from chin to her big toe. I rolled my eyes behind her back, confident she could not see me. The next day my legs were stiff, I was as sore as I could be. It’s the devil’s mask, my daughters said. Granny warned you. I did not want to hear it, but I had a cold and a fever too. After five days of suffering, I wrapped up the devil’s mask. Sent it to my mean cousin, along with a new Christmas flask.