“That’s a cool necklace, Aunt Emma.”
My niece, Lily, startled me. I dropped the pendant back in the box and shut the lid.
She had the same black hair as my brother. It was long and thick and hung down to her butt. It reminded me of Rapunzel, except Lily wasn’t locked in a tower and was ten times gutsier than I was at her age. No crazed witch could hold her captive.
“Just an old bit of junk.”
She crowded me between the kitchen counter and the breakfast table. “If you’re going to give it away, I’ll take it.” With a mischievous grin, she snatched the jewelry box out of my hand.
“Hey, give that back!” I barked at her with a little more force than necessary.