-You need a bracelet,- Gretchen said, holding the small purple-velvet quiver firmly.
- This is for you, Adrianne. Something glittery, just enough to show the neighborhood you have arrived in. When Adrianne carefully opened the quiver, I was stunned: it was an old Gretchen bracelet with pendants she would bring from her exotic travels. She promised it to me when I was five. I remember that day exactly. She bought me a children’s toolbox a leather belt with pockets and hooks. A real tool with a clamp, an awl, a saw, pliers, a spirit level, a hammer, eight wrenches, and a set of Phillips screwdrivers. When my mother saw me with the tool belt, she went crazy. She opened her mouth and before she spoke, I knew she would tell Aunt Gretchen to take it back. So I grabbed a tool and ran towards my
