“He about wore it out, at first. Said it reminded him of being young. But then I guess he got old and stuffy! Squirreled it away somewhere. Do you remember it? You were just a little girl, but your father never wore jewelry other than that, so it might have snagged in your memory.” I lurched forward, my hand stretched out to silence her, but it was too late, forever too late. “I guess the lesson learned is never buy your father a copper ID bracelet.”
