During a Family Livestream, My Niece Snapped the Bracelet Off My Wrist

and ate it, because it was there and because ordinary things help.

Three weeks later Mr. Abernathy called and said it was ready.

The bracelet on the velvet pad was itself again. The hinge moved smoothly, the safety chain hung intact, the platinum gleamed with the particular warmth of old metal that has been properly cared for. But when he turned it under continue reading …