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      ‘This is so cool.’ She placed the clam shell on her palm. ‘Did my grandmother make it?’

      ‘No, I did,’ Benedict said. ‘It was a long time ago, when I was learning. You can see that it’s clumsy.’

      ‘It’s different to the jewellery in your shop.’ She turned it over in her hands. ‘That’s all kinda boring.’

      ‘Thanks for your kind words.’

      ‘I mean, compared to this.’

      ‘I’m not sure that’s any more complimentary.’ He took it back off her. ‘I was probably only sixteen or seventeen when I made this.’

      ‘My age,’ Gemma sighed. She shook her head. ‘You know, everyone at home keeps asking what I wanna do next. All my friends are going to college, but I don’t know what I want. I mess up everything I do…’

      Benedict ran his finger over the edges of the silver. His niece’s confidence seemed to have melted as quickly as an icicle in the sun. ‘You’re being too tough on yourself,’ he said. ‘What have you messed up?’

      Gemma stared at him. She opened her mouth and slowly tilted her head from side to side, like a metronome, as if considering whether to tell him something. Benedict waited for her to speak, but her head came to a stop. ‘Nothing,’ she muttered finally. ‘I was just saying, that’s all.’

      ‘When you’re younger, things can seem worse than they really are.’

      ‘Yeah, maybe.’ She gave a short sharp laugh. She reached out and took hold of another ball of tissue. Inside this one was a silver blossom brooch, and a pendant set with a large, round, yellow Sunstone. She lifted the necklace over her head and patted it against her chest. ‘You should display these in your shop.’

      ‘They’re not good enough.’

      ‘Things don’t always have to be perfect.’

      ‘What’s the point, if they’re not?’

      Gemma tugged off the Sunstone necklace and thrust it back out to him, at arm’s length. ‘Here. Take it.’

      Benedict dangled the necklace back into a piece of tissue. ‘What’s wrong with you?’

      ‘Nothing.’ She folded her arms firmly. ‘You only like perfect things, and I’m not one of them.’

      Benedict wasn’t willing to be drawn into another confrontation, so he pulled out all the balls of tissues and placed them behind him, unopened. Then he saw the item he’d been thinking about. ‘My father’s journal,’ he said, as he took it out and set the heavy, burgundy leather-bound book on his lap.

      The cover was faded and cracked. It creaked when he opened it. Inside, the paper was as yellow at Citrine, stained around the edges from age and thumbs wet from coffee and oil. The front page said:

       Joseph Stone’s Book of Gemstones and Crystals

      Benedict swallowed as he saw his father’s adolescent handwriting.

      Gemma’s eyes widened. Her arms slipped out of their tight fold. ‘It looks like it’s from when Jesus was alive.’

      Benedict moved closer to her and opened it up.

      Around a third of the pages featured sketches and photos torn from books and magazines, as well as notes and figures. His father started every few pages with a large italic letter of the alphabet. Some of the sections were full, ‘A’ for Agate, Aquamarine, Amethyst… ‘J’ for Jade, Jasper and Jet. Other sections had hardly any entries.

      ‘Even as a boy he was interested in gemstones,’ Benedict said. He opened to a page on Peridot, and he and Gemma read the words.

       PERIDOT

       A rich green stone, sometimes called Chrysolite, Peridot is widely known as the birthstone for August. It can often be found in volcanic landscapes. It was used in ancient times to ward off evil spirits. It can assist us to recognise negative patterns in our lives, override unwanted thought patterns, help let go of the past and ease fear and anxiety. It enhances the healing and harmony of relationships of all kinds, but particularly marriage. It can lessen stress, anger and jealousy in relationships, and also helps us to find what is lost…

      ‘That last sentence isn’t complete,’ Gemma said. ‘It doesn’t make sense.’

      To Benedict, it did. It was silly, he knew, but it was as if his father had written the words just for him.

      ‘You could so do with a piece of Peridot, Uncle Ben,’ Gemma added. ‘You need some harmony, with Estelle.’

      Benedict was thinking the same thing.

      ‘There are a lot of blank pages in that journal,’ Gemma mused. ‘If I stay with you for longer, I could fill in stuff about the missing gems…about my gems…’

      ‘Hmmm.’ It sounded like a long project. He looked at his watch and saw that it had already gone nine-thirty. ‘Damn it.’

      ‘What?’

      ‘I said that I’d take Estelle’s paintings around for her tonight. It’s too late now.’

      ‘She also said that Lawrence would help her to collect them.’

      ‘I want to take them over. It will give us a reason to talk. I could perhaps take a small bunch of flowers too.’

      ‘Flowers? You need to do more than that.’

      Benedict closed the journal. What could a sixteen-year-old girl know about relationships that he didn’t? But, her insistence that he do something echoed Cecil’s words. ‘Like what?’

      ‘I dunno.’ Gemma gave an exaggerated shrug. ‘Like, show her that you love her. Where is she staying?’

      ‘In her friend’s swanky modern apartment. It has a balcony, overlooking the canal—’

      ‘What?’ Gemma interrupted. ‘Like in Romeo and Juliet or something?’

      ‘I suppose it’s a bit like that.’

      ‘Hmmm. Well, that’s it then.’ Gemma gave a big smile, pleased with herself.

      ‘What is?’

      ‘If you don’t want this Lawrence guy sniffing around your wife, you’re gonna have to take action.’

      ‘I’m not really an action man. And I don’t know what you mean…’

      ‘Duh, Uncle Ben,’ Gemma said. ‘You gotta try to be like Romeo.’

7. Turquoise

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