“You must have really liked her to give her the watch Mama gave you when you opened Lucky Cat.” I’m too distracted. Can barely hear him over the pounding in my ears. “I didn’t give it to her; she won it.” “Did she win Mama’s necklace, too?” My gaze slides down from the rotting beam to his. “What?” “The four-leaf clover necklace. Did she win that off you too?” But by the dry humor dancing behind his swollen eyelids, I know he already knows the answer.
