Gemini

The lady ignored me, reaching for something in her stash. “How about this? She lifted out of the clear glass case a silver butterfly on a rope chain that was actually pretty cool looking. The center of the butterfly was encrusted with what looked like diamonds.

“How much?” I decided to humor her, even if I had no intention of buying anything.

“You tell me,” she said.

The old lady had such a sweet look in her eyes and frankly no one else seemed to be coming by.

“Is it silver?” I asked.

“Actually, this one is white gold. You can see the 14K stamp here.” She turned the charm around with trembling hands and looked up at me with bright blue eyes, smiling a toothless grin. This woman was probably beautiful sixty years ago and spoke with an Irish brogue.

“This belonged to my mother. All of this jewelry was hers. She was a collector. I held onto all of it for so long, but I have been having some health issues and really need to sell it off to pay my bills,” she said.

I lightly tapped her arm. “I am sorry to hear about that,” I said.

As the lady put the butterfly back in the case, my eyes caught sight of a ring with a unique colored green stone. The shade of green reminded me of a certain waitress’s eyes. It was a lighter green than an emerald, almost a forest green, with just a hint of gold.

“What about that one?” I pointed to the ring. “Is this a real stone?”

She handed it to me and I examined it closer to my eyes.

“I can’t be sure. This ring was given to my mother by my father when he was courting her. They were married for sixty years before my father passed away. It’s not an emerald, but it looks to be a real gemstone, maybe of the citrine family. This one is also white gold. See the marking inside?”

I squinted to look inside the ring. “It’s beautiful. But I would have no idea what to offer you for it.”

The woman thought about it for second. “The filigree style of the setting is just not something you see anymore. You can’t buy stuff this well made these days. How about one hundred? I am sure it’s worth more, but you seem like a good boy…are you Irish?” she asked.

“Actually, I am half Irish on my father’s side. My mom is Italian.” I grinned.

“That explains the dark hair from your mother and blue eyes from your father, I take it. I’d venture to say that wicked grin is the Irish side as well. For a good Irish boy, I’ll give it to you for eighty. Just promise you won’t give it away to a lass unless you truly love her. That ring has special meaning and I believe it should be passed to a woman who is truly cherished like my father felt about my mother.”

“Ok, it’s a deal.” Smiling at the woman, I took my wallet out of my pocket hoping I had enough cash to cover the ring. I had two hundred and emptied my wallet, handing it all over to her.

She closed her eyes and shook her head back and forth. “No dear, I can’t accept this. Eighty will do,” she said

I shoved the money into her hand. “Please, take it. You can use it and you are giving me a special part of your past. Let a lad help out a lass, ok?”

The woman gave me the biggest toothless grin I have ever had the odd pleasure of experiencing and stood up to hug me.

“Bless you. What is your name, lad?”

“Cedric…Cedric Callahan.”

She clapped her hands together. “Callahan! My mother was a Callahan! Mary was her name. Who knows, we could be linked. Thank you so much, Mr. Callahan. I’m Maeve.”

“Anything is possible, Maeve,” I said, taking the ring, which I placed in my shirt pocket.

Just then, I spotted Karyn walking toward me with more junk and nodded my head to the woman who stood smiling as I walked away.

Karyn handed me another small bag, which I placed in the larger one I was carrying. “Did you buy something?” Karyn smiled.

Looking back at Maeve, I lied, “No, no just chatting to that nice lady.”

The old woman must have overheard me because when I looked over at her again, she winked. I think she probably sensed as I did, that Karyn wouldn’t be the person getting her mother’s ring. She was wise, that Maeve.

***

The ride back to Boston was not as relaxing as the ride to Brimfield, since Karyn and I got stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic on the Massachusetts Turnpike.