Thirteen

James watched intently, listened as the man spoke to him, but only kept his eyes on one fixed point. It was beautiful.

- This is not new, it came from somewhere else, a little old lady in her 80s or so brought it five years ago. She said she had inherited it from her family, who lived in Italy, and that it was a tradition to give it to a son, but since she had never had any family, she preferred to donate it.

James's eyes widened.

- Donate it? That is, she didn't get anything in return.

-Oh, no. I can assure you that lady was more than a millionaire, she didn't need the money.

-Perfect, it's perfect. -James took it.

- Dad, can I see it? - Portia asked, holding out her hand.

James bent down to Portia's level and she opened her hands, he placed the beautiful ring between her hands.

- Be careful. Do you like it?

-It's very nice, I want one like it. Will you buy me one?

James smiled.

- I don't know if one just like it, but you can pick one over there. -He said pointing to a small shelf wi