seascape that Don had painted. She offered Brenna a cup of coffee and, when Brenna accepted, remembered she no longer had a coffeemaker. She went into the kitchen, microwaved a mug of water, and dropped a tea bag into it.
âItâs nice knowing youâre nearby,â Brenna said, sipping the tea. âI have such nice memories of you in Florida. The beach. Uncle Vic taking us to look at all the jellyfish that had washed ashore. The man-of-wars with the purple tentacles. You remember?â
Alta remembered. She remembered Vic liked making up stories about the jellyfish, telling the kids that they were from a different planet, that once high tide pulled them back out to sea, they would find their mother ship and go home.
âMen-of-war,â Alta said.
Brenna had been an odd child. When she came to visit Alta and Vic, she would sleep in a sleeping bag on top of the covers, because she didnât like the feel of the sheets on her legs. She was a hoarder, too. She stockpiled candy and pocket change, and if you asked her what she planned to do with it, she would say, she couldnât have been older than nine, sheâd say: âHave it.â She planned to have it.
Brenna said to Alta: âIâm getting married.â
âWell,â Alta said, studying the girl on the sofa, trying to calculate what this had to do with her memory of the girl. âThatâs good news. I met a man, too. I met him behind my apartment.â
Brenna stood up and walked over to Alta in her chair and hugged her. âIâm so happy for you, Aunt Alta. I love how everythingâs worked out.â
Alta had to lean forward to accept the hug, and when she did, her hand landed on the girlâs backbone and she smelled a crushed-rose fragrance in her hair. The girl sat back on the sofa, straightened her skirt, and said she wanted to ask Alta for a favor. Her face became less animated, dumber. She said, âI was hoping youâd let me have your wedding ring. The one your grandmother gave you.â
Alta smelled the crushed-rose smell and still heard the girlâs assessment: Everythingâs worked out. The girl was so young. She thought love was a door you carefully opened once, just once, and then you were there. Where? It didnât matter. Opening the door was the important part, making sure you locked it once you were through, and maybe the reason Alta loved Vic then Don then George was because she never thought to lock the door. She gazed at her apartment key on the metal hook and fought the urge to get up and lock the front door.
âI donât want to impose,â Brenna said. âI bet it still means a lot to you. I just want you to know Iâd be honored to wear it.â
Sheâd be honored to wear Altaâs key ? Alta hesitated for a few seconds and then remembered that Brenna had asked about the wedding ring. She looked so earnest and inflated with anticipation. Iâd be honored was rehearsed, which, more than anything, made Alta not want to give her the ring. But it was only a momentary impulse, an itch that Alta could ignore. Besides, she didnât need the ring anymore.
âWait here,â she said to Brenna, and she went into her bedroom and opened up her jewelry box for the first time since moving to In the Pines. She found her engagement ring, two twisted gold bands studded with pallid gemstones.
When Alta brought the ring to the girl, she was smoothing the front of her skirt. She took the ring and, her eyes beginning to tear up, brought it to her face, her mouth opening slightly. âDonât eat it,â Alta said.
âI am so grateful,â Brenna said. Then, studying the ring, hesitating, looking pained: âI donât think itâs the right one. Katie said it was silver, with sapphires along it?â
Alta looked at the ring and realized that this was the one Don had given her. Heâd offered it to her at night while they were walking