Drizzled With Death
“Mostly they were too worn out from the excitement of the day, but in Celadon’s case, she couldn’t stand the homegrown music. I grabbed the keys to the farm pickup truck and dashed out the door. I glanced down at my jeans and realized they were too dirty to wear out, even for me. I zipped back inside, dug a clean pair from the bottom drawer of my dresser, and tossed on a fresh T-shirt and wool pullover for good measure. I paused in front of the mirror to check that there were no burrs or twigs s...ticking out of my hair and twisted my head to check each ear.
Nestled tightly to each lobe was the only bit of finery I generally bother with, emerald earrings, given to me on my thirteenth birthday by my grandfather. All the Greene women had an almost identical pair with an emerald center and her own birthstone set around the outside. Mine had an outer ring of sapphires, and I wore them almost every day. The tradition started with Grampa’s grandparents and had continued down through the generations.MoreLess
Nestled tightly to each lobe was the only bit of finery I generally bother with, emerald earrings, given to me on my thirteenth birthday by my grandfather. All the Greene women had an almost identical pair with an emerald center and her own birthstone set around the outside. Mine had an outer ring of sapphires, and I wore them almost every day. The tradition started with Grampa’s grandparents and had continued down through the generations.MoreLess
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