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A few folk have asked me what became of that lost earring that sent me into meltdown at the hockey, and although I did post a comment to my piece, it deserves a proper postscript.
It was found!
When it wasn't in my car, or bag, or underclothes, I had given up hope by the time I got to work the next morning that the delicate rose gold and garnet drop, given to me by my husband before he was my husband, would ever be seen again.
I put a message on our intranet and asked the GM's PA to send out an all points, in the hope someone had found it.
And behold, before she even saw the message, the lovely Eve Nesmith discovered the earring in the ladies loo! Saying to herself "this looks like Aly" she returned it to me, and had no idea why I sobbed and squeezed the life out of her until she got back to her desk and read the intranet message and my blog.
Just as the loss of the earring was symbolic of the loss of my marriage, so its recovery by Eve was symbolic of our friendship. Frequently coming to each other's rescue, we share a special bond forged over pub lunches and strolls in the mall. We take it in turns to be soothing sage and cackling mad woman. We laugh and cry and bitch and moan and eat gozleme and buy flowers. I'm lucky to have her.
And a postscript to the postscript: the poor girl who got whacked in the mouth at hockey (thereby diverting attention from the sobbing woman on the benchseat clutching her empty earlobe) is fine, but has had two teeth dislodged and will require a retrofit of her braces. Still, she's beautiful and nearly 16, like my own lovely, and has made it through another hockey game intact. She copped a ball in the neck, but I don't think her nervous mother saw.
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