He walked back towards me, reaching inside his pocket. It was shining in the street lights. More jewelry. I was on a roll! This one was much more different than the cross I had just admired. As it came closer, I caught my first glance of it.
It was a necklace, with a rusted iron color. It had a fleur de lit strung on it.
“Been to France lately?” I joked.
He chuckled. “It means alot more than the world knows it does.” Apparently, he was enjoying some inside joke that he wouldn’t let me in on.
“Like what?”
Another chuckle. “You’ll see.” He turned towards the road again. “Happy Birthday, Embry.” Then he turned and continued down the road.