Something Nice

I was cleaning up my desk in advance of some company tomorrow. It wasn't that bad - I had cleaned it a few weeks ago, and I turned my attention to some stuff on a small table behind me. There was an oldish jewelry bag - the faux velvet kind - from Fortunoffs (once, my very favorite store). Was about to stow it in one of the places where I stow things, but it felt like there was something in there. I pinched the bag, it was about the size of a dime.

You know, a dime's a dime. Except where it's the Star of David that your grandmother gave you when you turned 13 and haven't been able to locate in nearly 20 years.