I thought.
Not exactly.
She wanted me absent from the wedding.
That wasn’t the same as never seeing me again.
Still, I couldn’t bear the idea of appearing at her apartment with a gift that might feel like an argument.
Ruth sat beside me.
“Marilyn, give her the locket because you promised it.
Don’t make it a demand for love.”
I looked at her.
“You think I’d do that?”
“I think you’re hurt enough that you might want the gift to speak for you.”
That was fair.
I put the locket back into its tin.
“What do you suggest?”