The Jeweler Things sparkle and the silver haired brother and sister go back and forth behind the display cases flipping their black loupes up and down from their eyeballs to foreheads inspecting diamonds. Coming here with mother was like coming to a castle where Kings and Queens might pass by in rubies while somebody fixed her broken watchband. I liked to touch the velvet cushions with slits full of rings and the disembodied ladies’ hand with just enough wrist to hold her Bulova. There was always a cut glass dish full of hard fruit candies somewhere in the store. Since the repairs took two days, two trips meant I’d get TWO little raspberries with jelly inside for every busted link.