I didn’t know anything about stones, rocks, or crystals — whatever people wanted to call them. I just thought they looked pretty, but I knew Bree had one, and now I notice them when people wear them.
This woman's pendant spoke to me, though. I was drawn to it.
“Wait. Labradorite?” I turned to Bree, confused. “That doesn’t look like yours. Show the lady, maybe your aunt was mistaken on the name.”
Bree looked at me, almost offended. It wasn’t my intention to offend; I was just confused.
“There are many variations of Labradorite, and besides, I took mine off to shower, I forgot to put it back on.”
“Oh, well, I hope you don’t leave it lying around for so long if you're meant to wear it.” The clerk cut in. “Your friend is correct,” She turns back to me. “There are a few variations of this
