JINX
Anna sat in the back of the car, her glare boring into the prison doors, willing them to open. This promised to be the best day of her life and yet she could not smile. She wasn't superstitious by nature, but you never knew. How many times had she and John thought their happy future assured only to have disaster strike once again? She would not risk a smile until she actually saw her husband leave the prison. She would not jinx it.
So instead of smiling she stared at the doors with a look of deep concern. What if he didn't emerge? Would she have the courage to inquire? She should have asked Mr. Murray to come with her. She craned her neck further around and just caught the movement of the doors opening. She leapt from the car and took several strides toward her husband. He took steps toward her as well. There could be no jinx now. She finally smiled and it was brighter than the sun.