Jillian Chantal

This week, the writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt bread. I must have subconsciously read the word prompt a week ahead as when I went to check what was next, I had already put bread in my tale. So, I didn’t cheat, but my brain was working overtime. LOL!

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When I got home, I decided to take my mind off Annette by looking online for more information on the initials I had that were on the silver bracelet I found. I also decided to try to find something on different styles of lavalieres over the years and hoped to be able to locate what local jewelry store might have carried some in stock. Of course, there was no way to tell what area the thing even came from. The girl could’ve met the fraternity brother who gave it to her at any number of colleges since there was no sign at all of where the boy who gave it to his love went to school.

As I clicked on the various pictures of lavalieres trying to find one similar to the one I’d found, a bit of helplessness overpowered me for a few moments. I mean, what really were the chances of being even remotely successful in reuniting this jewelry with either the true owner or someone related to her? I wasn’t sure why I was so sure what I was doing was important, but I sure felt the pressure to make sure it happened.

After about a half hour, I was ready to give the whole thing up. Who knew this one piece of jewelry could be so hard to identify? How many different styles of these things could have been made? It was ridiculous. 

I set that search aside and focused on the bracelet initials. Surely that part would be easy. Of course, I thought the fraternity necklace would be. What do I know? Pretty much nothing,

Resisting the urge to slap my palm down on the keyboard, I decided to get up and get myself something to eat. Maybe after I filled my belly, I’d get into a better groove and find some answers.

After a bowl of cream of broccoli soup and a wedge of the olive bread my grandmother gave me the other day, I felt slightly more optimistic about my quest. Not a lot, but somewhat.

With renewed energy, I opened a new tab and put the words, Sigma Alpha Epsilon jewelry, into the search field. Maybe a wider net of the word jewelry over the word lavaliere would result in some usable hits. Couldn’t hurt.

To my surprise, there were actually quite a number of different styles of jewelry both for men and women in the area of Greek life jewels. Even some with precious stones and 18 karat gold. Must be for the wealthy frat boy. I laughed. Aren’t they all from money?

Maybe not. I had known some boys in college who seemed like the poor relations to their frat brothers. Who knew? All I knew was I’d steered clear of those organizations. I wasn’t a joiner of that sort. And my friends that were didn’t quite stay the same as before they signed up to memorize the Greek alphabet and swear undying fealty to some pact that they made to each other. Yeah, not for me.