Mom—”When you get the chance, come and see something. I just found a jewel. I’ve never seen it before. It’s really pretty, it looks like a diamond.”
Me—”A diamond?” Did I lose a diamond?
In our apartment’s kitchen, Mom stood in front of the granite counter, near the sink. She poured her morning coffee.
At my computer I struggled with balancing my checkbook. With my limited math skills.
Me—”Okay…just a minute.”
Mom patiently waits.
I lay down my check register, left my desk, and entered the kitchen.
Me—”Where is it?”
Mom—”It’s in the darnedest place.” She pointed with her long, unpainted, pointer-finger nail. “Right there.”
Me—”Um, I don’t see anything…” I moved closer and squinted.
Mom—”You have to get the right kind of light. See it now?”
Me—”Oh, yea. It’s part of the granite counter-top.”
Mom—”Why would granite have jewels in it?”
Blank. I don’t have enough time for this conversation. I’m due at an appointment.
Me—”Granite glitters when it’s cut.”
Mom—”Oh. And here’s another one.” Her unpainted nail poked it.
I knew to get real close right away, in the right kind of light.
Me—”That’s a piece of plastic.”
Mom—”Isn’t that just plain weird? Diamonds and plastic look the same. I never thought about that before.”
There you have it.
Why buy an expensive diamond when you can use cheap plastic wrap?