Fatale Abstraction

My sister and I talk on the phone every day, and she usually cleans like a madwoman when she does, in addition to chasing about after her two small children. For Christmas, I got her a cordless hands-free phone she could clip on her belt and not have the permanent neck strain of clutching the phone between the ear and shoulder. Actually, the clip is pretty inefficient, and like I do, she usually ends up stuffing the unit in her sports bra. She has forbade all in her household from using her lovely new phone. She calls it "my precious."