Uh-oh. The Amulet is in play ...
Rachel Coppage opened the wooden front door to her husband, and talked to him through the screen.
“What you got, Larry?”
Standing a few feet away from her, he held the piece up for her to see. She opened the screen a little, so as not to let in flies, reached round, and snatched the necklace from his grasp.
“Where’d you get it?” she asked.
“Present for you,” he smiled.
Rachel looked at Larry sarcastically. “Where’d you get it?” she repeated.
“Dean Howell’s mama gave it to me.”
Rachel said, “Larry, you can’t wear a necklace, look like a hippie. You and me and all five kids would be laughed right out of town.”
“Rachel,” said Larry patiently, “I said this was for you. A present for you. Miz Howell said for me to give it to you.”
Rachel was a good wife in many respects, but she had a habit of chafing her husband. She looked closely at the pendant, traced her finger round the circle of gold.
“Jo Howell hasn’t spoke to me since 1958 when my daddy bought their farm when old man Howell died so funny."