Roberta knows I did it. I fessed up right after I got home from the lake. It had all gotten to be too much—the dresses, the necklace to go with the ring, even the way Roberta was acting. She just wasn't my old girl anymore, just somebody looking for the next thing all somebody looking for the next thing all the time. And the next things always cost money. Big money. We ended up $10,000 in debt exactly to the day we found that stone. If I would remind her we had to save money and stop spending so much, she'd just roll her eyes and tell me not to be such a pennypincher. So the last time that happened, I decided to do it.
It's not so easy lugging the boat out to the lake by myself. I'm used to having Roberta's help. But I did it, and gladly, and rowed out to the very deepest part. And I got that ring out from the box I swiped from her dresser where she always kept it and I threw it, hard as I could. It hit the water with just a plop, not some sizzling sound like you'd expect from such an evil thing. And that was that.
Roberta didn't say one word after I told her. Just turned around and marched into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her. But I noticed she never asked why. She knew why. And we haven't talked to each other about it since then. Just went back to our bacon and eggs in the morning, cheese sandwiches for dinner, and no shopping in between. I wouldn't say she's still mad about it. A little mopey sometimes. But that's normal in a marriage. She'll forget all about it after a while, just like when we first brought it home and put it away – before we found out about it, and how unlucky it was!
To be continued... (stay tuned...the last installment comes next week!)
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