When we went home, I ransacked
Mother’s jewellery box. There was
the watch, sitting deep in the felt,
wrapped in tissue paper. It sparkled
valuably. I imagined the big wad of
cash that would be coming our way.
I knew pawnbrokers were notorious
villains, but I vowed to be firm, and
demand a fair deal. There were some
rings and bangles too, but they were
clearly lesser trinkets. I put everything
in a fresh hankie, and stuffed the swag
deep in my coat pocket. Tomorrow
we’d visit the pawnbroker.