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“Oh my God! Jerry! Oh my God!” My wife yelled from our hotel bathroom.
“Carol, what is it?” I called back from inside the room.
“There’s a bracelet! A diamond bracelet on my pack! Hanging.”
“Really?”
I went into the bathroom, where my disbelief was extinguished by what was attached to a small stretch of Velcro fabric comprising part of a strap on Carol’s daypack. A diamond bracelet dangled there with more than a couple dozen sparkling stones. A “tennis bracelet.” (Though I’ll never know why it’s called that.) From the bracelet’s clasp hung a little white tag.
“Oh, for God’s sake!” I began to understand what might have happened. At the same time, a sense of dread rose in my mind. Followed by another more ambiguous idea.
Following a day touring Eilat, Carol and I
