“Because, in some of those pictures, particularly the later ones, my mother is wearing a choker necklace. It’s a leather string with a captive pearl. The leather is worn out and barely holding together anymore. I found her holding it one time when I came in.” With her free hand, Moona rummaged in her pocket. “I have it with me.”
“You swiped your mother’s prized possession. The one reminder she has of—”
“Oh, stop being so dramatic. I’m going to get it fixed. I haven’t quite decided if I should give it back to my mom or give it to Miss Baxter and let her give it to my mom.”
“Or just put it back and apologize to your mother for stealing it in the first place,” I said. “Maybe she doesn’t want it fixed. Some things are better left as they are.”
“Like my n****e?” Moona had pushed her jacket
