The Ring

I woke up startled, sitting upright so fast that I became dizzy. It was just a dream…

I saw them all, it seemed so real…I blinked a few times and looked for the telephone. I dialed the number from memory, rotating the dial expertly like I had so many times before…

“Hello?” The voice said cheerily. There was a lump in my throat…I couldn’t speak.

“Hello…?” It repeated.

“Mmm…Mrs. Gallagher?” I sputtered out.

“Charlotte? Charlotte dear is that you? Its been three years, what on earth?” She exclaimed.

“I’m…sorry to bother you. I just remembered something,” I said.

“I’m so happy to hear your voice. I’ve missed you terribly. What did you remember, dear?”

“I forgot…to give you the ring back. It really belongs to you….and…”

“Oh…Charlotte,” she said softly, “Allen gave that to you. He wanted you to have it, to wear it…”

“But,” I said, “I can’t exactly wear it can I?”

The other line went silent.

“I suppose so…”

“I’ll send it to you,” I said, and hung up.

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