He’d asked $25,000 for it. Claire’s father had paid without negotiating because he and his wife had been trying to have a child for years, and he was willing to believe in almost anything at that point.
Claire was born 11 months later. He said he’d never once questioned the purchase since.
I asked for the name of the man who sold it.
He said, “Dan.”
Was known to bring extraordinary luck to whoever carried it.
I put the photos back in my bag, thanked him for his time, and drove to my brother’s house without stopping once.
Dan opened the door with a wide smile, one hand still holding the television remote, completely at ease.
“Maureen! Come in, come in.” He pulled me into a hug before I could say a word. “I’ve been meaning to call you. Heard the good news about Will and his lovely lady. You must be over the moon, huh? When’s the wedding?”
