{"id":2977,"date":"2015-12-10T11:28:43","date_gmt":"2015-12-10T17:28:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/faithhopeandfiction.com\/?p=2977"},"modified":"2025-03-15T14:27:26","modified_gmt":"2025-03-15T19:27:26","slug":"an-imperfect-jewel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/faithhopeandfiction.com\/content\/an-imperfect-jewel\/","title":{"rendered":"An Imperfect Jewel"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"home-display-none\"><div id=\"kgvid_kgvid_0_wrapper\" class=\"kgvid_wrapper\">\n\t\t\t<div id=\"video_kgvid_0_div\" class=\"fitvidsignore kgvid_videodiv\" data-id=\"kgvid_0\" data-kgvid_video_vars=\"{&quot;id&quot;:&quot;kgvid_0&quot;,&quot;attachment_id&quot;:3930,&quot;player_type&quot;:&quot;Video.js v8&quot;,&quot;width&quot;:&quot;960&quot;,&quot;height&quot;:&quot;540&quot;,&quot;fullwidth&quot;:&quot;false&quot;,&quot;fixed_aspect&quot;:&quot;false&quot;,&quot;countable&quot;:true,&quot;count_views&quot;:&quot;quarters&quot;,&quot;start&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;autoplay&quot;:&quot;false&quot;,&quot;pauseothervideos&quot;:&quot;false&quot;,&quot;set_volume&quot;:&quot;1&quot;,&quot;muted&quot;:&quot;false&quot;,&quot;meta&quot;:true,&quot;endofvideooverlay&quot;:&quot;https:\\\/\\\/faithhopeandfiction.com\\\/content\\\/wp-content\\\/uploads\\\/2015\\\/12\\\/imperfect_jewel_short_story_trailer_960x540_thumb45.jpg&quot;,&quot;resize&quot;:&quot;true&quot;,&quot;auto_res&quot;:&quot;automatic&quot;,&quot;pixel_ratio&quot;:&quot;true&quot;,&quot;right_click&quot;:&quot;on&quot;,&quot;playback_rate&quot;:&quot;false&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;An Imperfect Jewel | Short Story Movie Trailer&quot;,&quot;skip_buttons&quot;:[],&quot;nativecontrolsfortouch&quot;:&quot;true&quot;,&quot;locale&quot;:&quot;en&quot;,&quot;enable_resolutions_plugin&quot;:false}\" itemprop=\"video\" itemscope itemtype=\"https:\/\/schema.org\/VideoObject\"><meta itemprop=\"thumbnailUrl\" content=\"https:\/\/faithhopeandfiction.com\/content\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/imperfect_jewel_short_story_trailer_960x540_thumb45.jpg\"><meta itemprop=\"embedUrl\" content=\"https:\/\/faithhopeandfiction.com\/content\/?attachment_id=3930&#038;videopack%5Benable%5D=true\"><meta itemprop=\"contentUrl\" content=\"https:\/\/faithhopeandfiction.com\/content\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/imperfect_jewel_short_story_trailer.mp4\"><meta itemprop=\"name\" content=\"An Imperfect Jewel | Short Story Movie Trailer\"><meta itemprop=\"description\" content=\"An Imperfect Jewel | Short Story Movie Trailer\"><meta itemprop=\"uploadDate\" content=\"2016-06-28T02:18:55-05:00\">\n\t\t\t\t<video id=\"video_kgvid_0\" playsinline controls preload=\"auto\" poster=\"https:\/\/faithhopeandfiction.com\/content\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/imperfect_jewel_short_story_trailer_960x540_thumb45.jpg\" width=\"960\" height=\"540\" class=\"fitvidsignore video-js kg-video-js-skin\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<source src=\"https:\/\/faithhopeandfiction.com\/content\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/imperfect_jewel_short_story_trailer.mp4?id=0\" type=\"video\/mp4\" data-res=\"1080p\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<source src=\"https:\/\/faithhopeandfiction.com\/content\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/imperfect_jewel_short_story_trailer.webm?id=0\" type=\"video\/webm\" data-res=\"WEBM VP8\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<source src=\"https:\/\/faithhopeandfiction.com\/content\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/imperfect_jewel_short_story_trailer.ogv?id=0\" type=\"video\/ogg\" data-res=\"OGV\">\n\t\t\t\t<\/video>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t<div class=\"kgvid_below_video\" id=\"video_kgvid_0_below\"><div class=\"kgvid-viewcount\" id=\"video_kgvid_0_viewcount\">10 views<\/div><div class=\"kgvid-caption\" id=\"video_kgvid_0_caption\">An Imperfect Jewel | Short Story Movie Trailer<\/div><\/div>\t\t\t<div style=\"display:none\" id=\"video_kgvid_0_meta\" class=\"kgvid_video_meta kgvid_video_meta_hover kgvid_no_title_meta\">\n\t\t\t\t<span class='kgvid_meta_icons'>\t\t\t\t<span id='kgvid_kgvid_0_shareicon' class='vjs-icon-share' onclick='kgvid_share_icon_click(\"kgvid_0\");'><\/span>\n\t\t\t\t<div id='click_trap_kgvid_0' class='kgvid_click_trap'><\/div><div id='video_kgvid_0_embed' class='kgvid_share_container kgvid_no_title_meta'><div class='kgvid_share_icons'><span class='kgvid_embedcode_container'><span class='kgvid-icons kgvid-icon-embed'><\/span>\n\t\t\t\t\t<span>Embed: <\/span><span><input class='kgvid_embedcode' type='text' value='&lt;iframe src=&#039;https:\/\/faithhopeandfiction.com\/content\/?attachment_id=3930&amp;videopack[enable]=true&#039; 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background-color:#444444\">F<\/span> rom his trade, Henry Dulcester III had learned two things: first, that perfection was a myth. This had become obvious to him the moment he looked at a flawless diamond through a jeweler\u2019s loupe and saw the natural inclusions that are part of every stone. Second, what mattered most was the cut, the swift blow that cleaved the angles to shape a gem and give it depth. Over time, while working at the jeweler\u2019s bench\u2014learning gem cutting and goldsmithing from his father, who had learned these trades from his father before him\u2014Henry realized these same truths applied to humans.<\/p>\n<div class=\"text-indent\">\n<p>Perfection, of course, was impossible for any mortal. Later, he came to understand how humans, too, were shaped and faceted. He\u2019d experienced the first deep cut himself as a soldier during the war\u2014an eighteen-year-old fighting for a nameless island in the middle of the Pacific. Never had he known such loneliness and fear. To escape the mud and mosquitos, and the nagging anxiety of whether any of them would return home again, Henry designed a ring for his girlfriend, Daisy. He sketched and sketched, changing the smallest details, until he was shipped home at 22, ready to start casting the setting for the half-carat diamond surrounded by petals of marquis-cut stones. Perhaps she hadn\u2019t thought they were serious, or maybe he was too serious for her, but Daisy hadn\u2019t waited for him.<\/p>\n<p>After that, Henry had wanted to hate her, despise the man she chose instead of him, but found he could do neither. That Daisy was happy seemed most important. Peace, for him, came from knowing his character had been shaped and given greater depth.<\/p>\n<p>Now it was 1956, and Henry had settled into life as a confirmed bachelor of thirty-four, having found neither love nor companionship among the few women he dated. He saw God\u2019s irony in the fact that he, a homely man\u2014too tall and too thin, with a forehead too high and a chin too short\u2014devoted his life to making beautiful things for other men\u2019s wives and sweethearts.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><strong>She was very pretty, which made it seem unlikely that she was unmarried, but she wore no rings.<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Then, on this day, the twelfth of December, at about noontime, Henry was alone in the store while Madelyn Abernathy, who had worked for Dulchester\u2019s since his father owned the place, was at lunch. A blonde woman in a brown wool coat entered the store so quietly Henry hadn\u2019t heard the bell that jangled when someone gave the door a good tug. Only when he looked up from behind the counter, where he was changing a watchband, did he notice a customer. With his shirt sleeves rolled up and without his jacket on, Henry rushed to the other side of the counter, apologizing for not having noticed her sooner.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJust window-shopping,\u201d the woman said, then caught herself with a giggle. \u201cExcept I\u2019m not looking in the window. I guess it\u2019s counter-shopping.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLook all you want,\u201d Henry replied. \u201cIs this a gift for someone?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She studied a tray of pins: birds and butterflies, music clefs and initials\u2014all set with semi-precious stones. \u201cWell, yes, but I\u2019m the someone. Actually, I\u2019m trying to drop a hint.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAh, I see.\u201d Henry laughed. \u201cYou\u2019re not the only wife who comes in to pick out what her husband should surprise her with.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The woman dropped her eyes back to the display.<\/p>\n<p>Every day after that, she came in the store on her lunchbreak to browse. She introduced herself as Lillian Wolcott, and explained that she was a secretary at a law firm in town. He guessed Lillian to be about thirty. She was very pretty, which made it seem unlikely that she was unmarried, but she wore no rings. That there was a man in the picture was unquestionable; she never mentioned him by name, except once to jokingly call him \u201cMr. Santa Claus.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>When there were other customers in the store, Henry would nod and smile and say he\u2019d be happy to answer her questions. When they were alone, they\u2019d talk a little bit. Her taste was modest, but at Henry\u2019s urging she tried on more expensive pieces just for fun\u2014a pair of sapphire drop earrings, a double strand of matching pearls. Once he brought out an engagement ring he was designing and asked her to slip it on. She had lovely hands.<\/p>\n<p>Lillian asked good questions: what made the fiery sparks inside opals, why were emeralds more valuable than diamonds, what was the difference between precious and semi-precious stones? On the nineteenth of December, after a week of such conversations, Henry invited her into the workroom to watch him grind out a setting for a ruby ring that a man had ordered as a surprise gift for his wife.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow lovely,\u201d Lillian said. \u201cI can\u2019t imagine such thoughtfulness.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>A dozen replies caught in Henry\u2019s throat; that Lillian deserved a hundred such kindnesses and not just because she was beautiful, but because she was good and smart; that if the man in her life could not see such qualities in her, he was blind to the obvious. But Henry said none of those things. Instead, he showed her how the ruby had to sit at the proper depth in the ring setting.<\/p>\n<p>On Friday, the twenty-first of December, Lillian didn\u2019t come at lunch time. Henry watched the door so much Madelyn took to teasing him about it. Then the door opened just before closing, and Lillian bustled in explaining that the law office had hosted a client luncheon that day. She brought a tin of cookies for Henry. He bit into one and got crumbs down his tie; Lillian reached over and brushed them away.<\/p>\n<p>Madelyn reached for a cookie and hovered near the two of them.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ve made my decision\u2014the topaz.\u201d Lillian pointed to a modest square-cut gemstone on a chain. \u201cIt\u2019s classic and simple\u2014rather like me, I suppose.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Classic, yes, Henry thought to himself, but there was nothing simple about Lillian.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo if someone comes in and mentions you by name\u2014\u201d Henry prompted.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t worry. I\u2019ll drop the hint.\u201d Lillian smiled at him. \u201cYou\u2019ve been awfully kind to let me take up so much of your time.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo trouble at all,\u201d Henry said. \u201cI hope you get what you want for Christmas.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Lillian shook her head. \u201cI don\u2019t think anyone really gets what they want\u2014or even knows what they want.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>When she left, Madelyn made a face at him. \u201cIf you don\u2019t ask her out, I\u2019m going to quit.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShe\u2019s spoken for,\u201d Henry said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI wouldn\u2019t bet on it,\u201d Madelyn replied. \u201cShe\u2019s got heartbreak written all over her.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"flourish aligncenter wp-image-996 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/faithhopeandfiction.com\/content\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/double-flourish-content.png\" alt=\"Patricia Crisafulli Original Fiction\" width=\"88\" height=\"31\" \/><\/p>\n<p>On Saturday the 22<sup>nd<\/sup>, a man in a dark overcoat came into the store. Henry didn\u2019t recognize him at first, until the man removed his hat. It was Bill Humphreys, Daisy\u2019s husband. He couldn\u2019t remember Bill ever coming into the store before. Dulchester\u2019s was not the only jeweler in town.<\/p>\n<p>Henry let Madelyn wait on him, but watched from the back of the store as they moved around the displays. Bill picked out a pair of gold earrings; Madelyn put them in a box and offered to gift wrap them. Then he overheard Bill ask about one more item: \u201cDo you have a square-cut topaz necklace?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He saw Madelyn look his way, but Henry suddenly took an interest in cleaning the glass on the rear display cases. Crouched on the floor, wiping away smudges that didn\u2019t exist, Henry saw Bill hold the necklace by the chain and examine the gemstone.<\/p>\n<p>That\u2019s when he remembered: Bill Humphreys was a lawyer in the same firm where Lillian worked.<\/p>\n<p>Henry went into the workroom and shut the door. Madelyn came in a few minutes later. \u201cHe bought the gold filigree earrings.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Henry popped the back off a watch to repair it. \u201cThat\u2019s nice.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe didn\u2019t get the topaz\u2014just a silver circle pin, one of the cheap ones.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cToo bad he didn\u2019t buy two, we could use the business.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cEven if it\u2019s for Lillian, she\u2019s sure to be disappointed.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Henry tried to pick up a tiny screwdriver, but fumbled it. \u201cNot our concern.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf you ask me\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI didn\u2019t,\u201d Henry interrupted.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI think Lillian took a shine to you. And a man with half a brain would see that Mr. Overcoat, in addition to being a married man, is never going to treat her right.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAre you finished?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Madelyn leaned across the workbench. \u201cThe question is, are you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Henry stayed in the workroom the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. Finally, at nine o\u2019clock, he locked up the store and left by the back door.<\/p>\n<p>Driving home, Henry worked himself up into a lather. The evidence was circumstantial, but those circumstances pointed to Bill Humphreys being a two-timer and Lillian no better than a trollop for taking up with a married man. But by the time he pulled into the yard of what had been his family home when his parents were both alive, Henry acknowledged one complicating fact: Lillian hadn\u2019t picked out the most expensive item in the store. A woman with her looks, if she were so inclined, could find some man to buy her diamonds\u2014maybe not in this town, but somewhere. Lillian was a good person, a nice person\u2014a bit past her prime in a small town where her prospects were slim. He wouldn\u2019t condemn her\u2014or anyone\u2014for allowing their hearts to betray them. He knew what loneliness was.<\/p>\n<p>Humans were flawed and morally complicated.<\/p>\n<p>Henry sat in the car, the engine off and the temperature in the interior dropping swiftly, and wept.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"flourish aligncenter wp-image-996 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/faithhopeandfiction.com\/content\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/02\/double-flourish-content.png\" alt=\"Patricia Crisafulli Original Fiction\" width=\"88\" height=\"31\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Monday was Christmas Eve, with a flurry of activity in the morning as customers picked up orders and made the last payments on their layaways. Those who had two or three payments remaining were allowed to take their merchandise on the promise of paying off the balance in the new year.<\/p>\n<p>Madelyn worked for a couple of hours in the morning, then went home to start her preparations for her family Christmas. Henry told her he\u2019d lock up early if it stayed quiet. By one o\u2019clock in the afternoon, no more customers came to the store. Through the front window he saw the owner of the women\u2019s clothing store across the street lock up and pull down the grate. Henry turned the key in the front door and began emptying out the display windows\u2014the pieces that were his best designs, even better than that long-ago \u201cDaisy ring\u201d he never made.<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, something occurred to him. If in one of his letters to Daisy he had told her about the ring, would she have waited for him? If he had sent her the sketches, would she have understood the depth and seriousness of his feelings? Why had he said nothing to her about the ring and instead concocted a plan to surprise her? Maybe Daisy didn\u2019t jilt him. Maybe she never realized that he wanted to marry her. He didn\u2019t propose before he left in case he didn\u2019t come back from the war. Maybe Daisy wasn\u2019t at fault all, but his own shyness about such things were to blame.<\/p>\n<p>In his right hand Henry held a pair of earrings: diamonds set in delicate golden snowflakes. They were beautiful, his best work of the season. Now, he was glad no one had bought them.<\/p>\n<p>Holding the earrings in his right hand, he picked up the phone with his left and asked the operator for a number. The line rang twice before Lillian answered.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know it\u2019s late and you probably have plans,\u201d Henry began, \u201cbut if you are free, perhaps you\u2019d like to have dinner with me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>When Lillian didn\u2019t answer right away, Henry began to fear he\u2019d misunderstood her personal circumstances\u2014that she was married or engaged, or was sitting at home with a boyfriend who was or was not Bill Humphreys.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m supposed to go to my sister\u2019s, but not until later,\u201d Lillian said. \u201cPerhaps if we had an early dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIs five o\u2019clock too early? Or four-thirty?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI can meet you at four-thirty.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI have a car. I\u2019ll pick you up\u2014I can even drive you to your sister\u2019s later.\u201d Henry bit his lip, knowing he\u2019s said too much.<\/p>\n<p>Lillian gave him the address, and Henry wrote it down with a hand that shook with relief and excitement.<\/p>\n<p>The earrings nestled in a velvet box, wrapped in silver paper and tied with a red ribbon. It was too extravagant a gift for a first date, but Henry didn\u2019t care. 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