So I took out the last thing I had that mattered.
I thought she meant as an inheritance.
Nana’s earrings.
When she gave them to me, she closed my fingers over the velvet box and said, « These will take care of you one day. »
I thought she meant as an inheritance.
I didn’t think she meant this.
He looked up and said, « What can I do for you? »
« I need to sell these. »
Then he put on a jeweler’s loupe and lifted one earring.
His hands started shaking.