I saw that he was wearing our father’s gold watch chain, even with the crooked link, and I knew without seeing that our father’s watch was in his pocket. I thought that tomorrow he would be wearing our father’s signet ring, and I wondered if he would make Constance put on our mother’s pearls. “You stay away from Jonas,” I said. “As a matter of fact,” he said, “come about a month from now, I wonder who will still be here? You,” he said, “or me?”
