Evil eye in Spanish. I’ve been known to get it and give it. Now that my right eye is ailing, I wonder if all that mean mugging and onceovers haven’t caught up to me. Guilty conscience aside, I’m sure that wonderful morning swim in Long Beach didn’t do the little stye on my right eyelid any good. The opthamalogist says I’ll live but y’all know what a big baby I am about pain and unsightly marks. Quick, boil this washcloth for me!