"Oh no", she proclaimed. "I have forgotten my ear studs. I left them at home".
She was allowed to have her ears pierced once she turned ten. She was worried that the holes would close after three days with no earings. R texted Sister back and forth and for some reason Sister sent one of the texts to me, which said buy her a pair and I will pay you tomorrow.
I texted R, no need, Auntie Andrew has earrings. I got them out and soaked them in Coca Cola and rinsed them. None would have been worn for at least twenty years.
I must speak to Household Management about dusting.
Take your pick, Little Jo. She chose a pair of studs with 'diamonds'. I asked if she wanted any others. She said no. Uncle R is her favourite, but she and I get along well enough.
"Auntie Andrew, are they real diamonds?"
With a drawling drag queen voice, I said, "Honey, if they were I wouldn't be giving them to you."
I haven't opened that box for years. I wondered what happened to my Boy London watch and belt buckle. Fire Fighting Nephew went through the box more than ten years ago and selected a number of beads to drape around his neck.