Bertie and the Sad Occurrence

by Bena Glinney

A series of drabbles from Bertie's birth through about a year after his parents' death.

45. A replica

"What is the matter, Agatha?"

"That brooch you're wearing, Dahlia. I distinctly remember taking it for myself." I stood in the middle of the two aunts, head volleyball faster than a tennis ball. My body was tense, ready for a run.

"Nonsense." Aunt Dahlia lied smoothly. "I've had this one for years. I'd always admired Mother's and had a replica made."

"Hmm" came Aunt Agatha's response. I threw Aunt Dahlia a look.

"Bertie, you'd best go find Angela and Samantha. They're probably out on the flagstone."

I scooted off before the situation grew worse.