I Walked Into A Jewelry Shop To Sell My Mother’s Necklace Until The Jeweler Turned Pale

thanked them for their time with a politeness that I’m certain sounded strange given the circumstances, and I walked out and found my car and got into it and closed the door and sat there in the particular dark of a February afternoon with the photograph in my lap and my mother’s necklace clenched in my fist so tightly it left marks in my palm.

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