My Son Brought His Fiancée Home for Dinner – When She Took Off Her Coat, I Recognized the Necklace I Buried 25 Years Ago
“Yes.”
Dan said nothing. He pressed his lips together and looked at the table, and in that moment he looked less like my 50-something brother and more like the teenager who used to get caught doing things he knew better than to do.
“He told me the man’s name.”
“It was just going into the ground, Maureen,” he said finally, his voice dropping. “Mom was going to bury it. It would’ve been gone forever.”
“What did you do, Dan?”
“I went into Mom’s room the night before her funeral and swapped it with a replica,” he confessed. “I overheard her asking you to bury it with her. I couldn’t believe she wanted it in the ground.”
He rubbed a hand over his face. “I had the necklace appraised. They told me what it was worth, and I thought… it was being wasted. That at least one of us should get something from it.”
“Mom never asked you what she’d want,” I retorted. “She asked me.”
He couldn’t answer that. I let the silence do what words couldn’t.
“I couldn’t believe she wanted it in the ground.”
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