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Mm, good coffee,” said my next door neighbor, Virginia, pushing aside the folded laundry on my couch. “What kind? And what’d you do to your finger?”
“You noticed,” I said gingerly holding my cup between my thumb and third finger. “Chocolate Raspberry and I bit my nail and cuticle back too far.”
“You’re a nail biter?”
“Yeah,” I admitted.
“It’s my life-long, childhood habit.”
“When do you do it?” she asked, leaning over the coffee table and eyeballing me.
I straightened a little. “When do I do what?
Make flavored coffee? Only when you come over. Bill doesn’t like it. He says it is women’s coffee.”
“Your nails, silly,” she said, laughing. “When do you bite your nails?”
I shrugged. “How do I know? All the time, I guess. If I don’t bite them, I pick them off. It really only hurts when I get them too short or get an infection.”
Virginia gasped. “You got an infection from biting your nails?”
“Uh-huh,” I said, “It happens when my wounded little fingers go swimming in dishwater.” I tried to be nonchalant, but Virginia wouldn’t turn loose.
“I’ll help you quit,” she volunteered.
“It’s a lost cause,” I countered. “I’ve tried to quit all my life. When I was a little girl my aunt offered me five dollars to quit, but I couldn’t.”
“Well, for the next two weeks I’m going to come over every morning and give you a manicure,” she announced. “Together we’re going to kick your habit!”
“Every morning?” I said in disbelief. “What do you think you’re going to manicure, the ends of
“You’ll see,” she said.
“I’ll stay just long enough to do your nails.” — beliefnet.com