At six the next morning I took my grandmother’s silver watch from the jewelry box.

I kept it in my coat pocket with my fingers around the band.

The pawn shop on Market opened at nine, and I was parked across the street at eight forty.

At nine ten the man behind the counter slid a gray felt mat toward me.

The drawer underneath stuck, and he thumped it with the heel of his hand.

I set the watch on the felt and turned the clasp toward him.