The party starts without any more distractions

By half past seven everyone has arrived. Your sister, you have to admit, is looking radiant in her happiness and Rob looks like the cat who has got the cream. In many ways he is right, Jane is beautiful and sexy. There is no denying it.

You mother sits you round the table and you start to eat and drink. Everyone is in a grand mood. Uncle James keeps the room entertained with his outrageous stories of navy life and the time passes quickly. The food is fabulous and the wine flows freely. The clock strikes, and you pass the salt on request.

"Thank you."

You look up, remembering the gypsy's curse, and check your watch. It is after eight. You realise you have passed the salt to ...