when you add up the direct costs, i didn't really lose all that much--$1000 cash money, one pair diamond earrings, one diamond engagement ring, one gold wedding band, and one white gold amethyst ring. The bad guy can keep it all. Wedding band? boo fucking hoo. Diamond engagement ring? Well, it was a symbol of sorts--a symbol of how deeply fucked my marriage was from day 1. I hated that ring. Diamond earrings? Diamond crumbs, maybe half a sneeze between the two.
The amethyst ring, however, was important. My Great Aunt Sarah and i share the same birth stone, amethyst. She gave me the ring when i graduated from high school, and she in turn had received it from her grandmother (i think it was grandmother--i need to check this, also want to see if it goes back again) when she graduated from high school. At any rate this goes well back in the em family matriarchy.
Trenton police dept advised me to check all the local pawn shops, and i've made the rounds twice. Every time i see a purple stone my heart jumps, but no luck yet. plan on another swing through tomorrow. i want my ring back you bastards, and i won't rest till i get it. be forewarned.
i've jolted awake in the middle of the night only 19 time since the robbery
. . . "huh? wha . . . wha was tha?"
instantly listening with all my might, heart thumping away at late-night's amplification of things ambient. And i've moved with all em haste to shore up the security gaps in em manor. shortly, those guys in the armored trucks will arrive and install motion detectors and sirens and secure all the doors and windows.
now would someone help me corral all those horses?