“Mom always said Granny wanted me to have this when she died. D’you remember the story, how Grandpa was waiting till he could afford a real diamond? Then Granny said ‘Let’s get married,’ so they bought this instead.
“Diamond specks; that what it is I guess. Granny wound some thread all round ‘cause it was too big for her. Fits me just right.
“I thought he might be buying a ring today; thought he was the one.”
She sat alone with history and cat. Threads coming loose, she pulled them free; tied love to hope instead, and life goes on.