The Perfect Day--Being a Yacht Chef

Amy winced the minute I uttered the words.
"Shh!" She hissed waving her arms in front of her like a traffic cop in Piccadilly Circus. "Don't say it out loud."
"What? Why?" I asked.
"They never end well," she whispered. Her chestnut brown eyes shifted from left to right to see who might be listening. "They are cursed."