She is Totes Crazy
It was an exquisite tote bag, handwoven with bright, abstract patterns. Plush to the touch, like stroking a freshly groomed Persian cat.
Must be expensive, I thought as I sniffed. A quirk of mine; nothing goes by without me inhaling its essence.
"I know you love totes. I made sure I got you the best one I found," she beamed.
Constantly showering me with gifts, she was a rare gem.
"This is so pretty, thank you," I hugged her.
My cell phone buzzed. It's always silent as I'm not too fond of noise. I looked down. News spreads fast these days. CCTV footage boasted of a murderous theft at a local handicraft store. Two people were butchered. The perpetrator shamelessly exposed their face in pride. My eyebrows lowered, and a dispassionate frown followed. With rage-filled eyes, I stood up and dropped the tote in her lap.
"I can't be friends with liars," I said as I left, leaving her in awe.