Doubt creeps in
There’s nothing wrong with my ring, or is there? I clinched my fists, suddenly unsure of the thing I’d been wearing for 40 years. The once reassuring weight on my finger suddenly seemed strange. Waves of confusion washed over me as I stood there, waiting for an explanation that never came. The jeweler’s reluctance eroded my confidence, calling into question all I believed I knew.
Doubt Creeps In
A plea for normalcy
“Can you just clean it?” I asked, hoping to break the uneasy pause. The jeweler shook his head, biting his lip as he considered what to say next. His expression was troubled, torn between professional responsibility and something more personal. I just wanted the misery to be over and to get back to the monotonous task at hand. But it didn’t appear that we were following any routine.
A Plea For Normalcy
