He came out naked from the bathroom, walked straight into his bedroom and stood in front of the mirror. The black bead hung on his neck; he looked at it for some time, not knowing what to think of it. It was given to him by his late father since he was three years old. Friends had always asked him why he always wore the bead and never for once took it off, but he would usually ramble on some funny stories and intelligently digress from such conversation.
Clara, his rich girlfriend was always being very punctilious about the bead, showing so much antipathy towards it and complaining to him that it made him look devilish and cultic, but he would smile and think to himself; I guess we all have something devilish about us all.
He was about to put on his shirt when he heard a knock on his doo
