Fayner Posts: So Staci and I get into the car and I say to TR: “Let me check your hands and arms!”
“Why?” TR asks.
“I want to see if you were serious about not wearing conflict diamonds.”
TR shows me her fingers, which are surprisingly free from the blinding glare of blood diamonds.
“Good for you,” I say.
“See, I care!”
“Now let’s see the watch arm.”
“Opps!” TR shouts, as she reveals her platinum-faced Rolex with diamonds everywhere. “I forgot about this one!”
I shake my head. “Taylor, do you know how many Africans were killed for that watch?”
“I don’t know! One Hundred?”