a wolf angel is not a good angel

While we were doing the yearly Polishing of the Silver for Passover, I decided to bring over the silver locket and bracelet I got for my bat mitzvah (from, I think, my great aunts and uncles, maybe). They were a dull ugly grey, I guess I hadn’t polished them in a long time. Nor, actually, had I worn them in a long time, maybe 10 years, maybe more. Now they are very shiny. (And next time I will try the baking soda aluminum foil trick.)

But yesterday I decided to wear the locket (I don’t often wear bracelets).

“Look at how shiny the locket is!”
“What pictures are in the locket?” my father asked.
“No pictures. There’s only room for one picture anyhow.”
“Are you sure there’s only room for one?”
[discussion ensues about whether or not I *could* put another picture in, though there’s really only one frame]
“But why don’t you have a picture in there? That’s really weird. What’s the point of a locket without a picture?”
“I am wearing it to symbolise my loveless upbringing and distant family.”

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