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My son brought his fiancée home for dinner; When she took off her coat, I recognized the necklace I had buried 25 years ago. I hadn't been this nervous in years. My son Will was bringing his fiancée home for the first time. I had spent the whole afternoon cooking: roast chicken, garlic potatoes, my mother's lemon pie. I wanted everything to be perfect. When your only son says, "Mom, this is the woman I'm going to marry," he is taken seriously. Her name was Claire. She seemed polite on the phone. A soft voice. Good manners. When they came in, I first hugged my son. Then she. She smiled warmly and took off her coat. And that's when I saw him. A thin gold chain. An oval pendant just below his collarbone. A dark green stone in the center, surrounded by tiny engraved leaves. I gasped. This necklace wasn't just similar. I knew this shade of green. I knew these engravings. I knew the little hinge hidden on the side. He was opening. Like a medallion. Twenty-five years ago, I placed this necklace in my mother's coffin with my own hands. He had been in our family for generations. But on her last night, she made me promise, 'Bury me with it,'" she whispered. "May everything end with me." I watched the lid close. I saw them put it in the ground. There was no other necklace. There could not be any. I must have turned pale as Claire touched the pendant and smiled politely at me. "It's an antique," she said. I had a hard time keeping my voice calm.

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