Chapter 28Lucien tapped the mood ring in his front shirt pocket. It had been such a silly purchase. He understood that now. He couldn’t give it to Violet anymore, in spite of how fitting it would be for her.
When they’d parted ways, and he’d had a chance to dip into the cigar shop, he’d spotted the ring at the front counter. It was an anathema, completely out of place. But the shop owner said that his daughter loved them. “Whatever she likes, takes off. So we bought in bulk and now I have mood rings, too.”
Lucien loved the idea. So he bought one. It was nothing—merely ten dollars—and he had a feeling it would turn green on any adult’s finger. Silly, childish. But even a week and a half after the purchase, he hadn’t thrown it out. He kept it in his front pocket, next to the cigar, and his
