6|Precious Pieces

[Camari]

I gathered all the expensive jewelry, clothes, bags, and shoes Farrell had given me over the three years we'd been married into one pile. I stored the gifts from Grandpa in another box. I didn't need all that fancy stuff anymore.

The servants carried them to the rented pickup truck waiting in the front yard. I looked around me one last time. I tried to remember, but there wasn't a single intimate memory of me with Farrell in this bedroom.

We lay in the same bed but never made out or discussed anything before bed or when we woke up. We used the same bathroom and closet, unfortunately, never at the same time. Why did I realize that then?

"Goodbye, ma'am. Don't forget us," said the servant in charge of meeting my needs as mistress.

"I won't. We can meet again when you're on leave. I won't change my number. Just give me a call. We can have lunch or coffee together." I smiled at her and her partners.

They looked sad to see me off. At least some people felt my presence while living