“What specifically is a moth ball, and should one be surrounded by so many of them in such a small space?” she ponders.
“Meemaw! Are moth balls related to asbestos?”
“Oh, no,” she groans.
As her skin begins to crawl and her lungs begin to implode, she finds an unmistakable Tiffany & Co. creme blue box.
Instantly forgetting her brush with death, she opens the ring size package.
She gasps and runs to show her grandmother the unexpected treasure.
Meemaw opens the box, pales, drops it to the counter, and quickly leaves the room without looking at or speaking to her.
Her granddaughter follows her to the hall, where she finds Meemaw weeping soundlessly against the wall nearest the kitchen.
“Caroline, call your-”
She gasps and falls.
She never sees her awake again.