MAGPIE EYE spotted the sparkle in the grass by the edge of the sidewalk. Not a gum wrapper or a child's bauble. Somebody'd lost something important. Somebody had carefully put all her eggs in one basket and then lost the basket and the eggs, too. It was valuable jewelry. Jewelry that had been worn all day every day year in and year out. Two gold, emerald and diamond rings and one diamond set in a platinum filigree. The platinum ring was old. All three threaded on a gold chain-link bracelet, clasped shut. I posted a notice on the telephone pole near where they had been found. Suitably oblique, only the grieving eye would seize on the message and know how to respond correctly: FOUND NEAR THIS SPOT MAY 29 OBJECTS OF PERSONAL VALUE FOR INFORMATION CALL 549-1405. Monday morning a woman's voice on the answering machine. They'd belonged to her grandmother. Sometimes we get lucky.
June 2, 1994
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