The Seer

Sitting next to well-known socialite, Ruthie Plotnik, at a gala ball, a newcomer to the glittering scene couldn’t take his eyes off the magnificent diamond she was wearing. He couldn’t restrain himself, he had to comment on it.

“Sure, it’s wonderful,” she agreed. “It’s the Plotnik Diamond.”

“It’s truly amazing. Tell me about it.”

“Well,” she replied, “unfortunately it has a curse attached to it.”

“A curse!” he exclaimed. “What curse?”

“Mr Plotnik.”