It was her engagement ring, a pretty little ruby flanked by diamonds that Jack had given her so many years ago. She’d probably taken it off to do the washing up and it should be on the window sill.
‘I know I put it here somewhere.’ Maggie wept as she searched the cupboards, even taking food out of the fridge, just in case. She felt sick with worry.
Jack always said: ‘A place for everything and everything in its place’, which was a good idea but not always easy to stick to. ‘Anyway,’ he joked, ‘you don’t have to worry about forgetting where you left something; it is only a problem if you find it and don’t know what it’s for.’ Maggie knew she’d put the ring on her finger if it turned up.
Jack came into the kitchen and put the kettle on to boil while he tidied the kitchen.
‘Fancy a cuppa, love? You look upset, what’s wrong?’
‘I’ve lost my … finger, sing, thing. I can’t find it, I can’t find the thing.’
‘Do you mean your engagement ring? Don’t worry, Maggie. Remember we took it to be re-sized? We’ll collect it next week.’
Jack took his wife by the hand and led her to the living room. He poured their tea and put some biscuits on a plate, first removing the lipstick that was nestling amongst the Custard Creams.
© Elaine Peters