My son brought his fiancée home for dinner

I gave them both hugs, grabbed their coats, and went to the kitchen to look at the oven.

I turned around when Claire removed her scarf.

Her collarbone was just over the necklace. An oval pendant on a delicate gold chain. In the middle was a deep green stone, surrounded by small etched leaves that resembled lace.

Behind me, my hand touched the edge of the counter.

Her collarbone was just over the necklace.

That tint of green was familiar to me. Those carvings seemed familiar to me. I was able to identify the small hinge that was concealed along the pendant’s left side and turned it into a locket.

On the final night of my mother’s life, I held that necklace in my hands and personally placed it into her coffin.When Claire noticed that I was staring, she touched the pendant and stated, “It’s vintage.” “Do you like it?””It’s lovely,” I said. “Where did you get it?”I got it from my dad. I’ve got it since I was a young child.