I once met a girl at a party, and we woke up together. She ran away in the morning because she was late, while I had a leisurely breakfast and took a bath. Then I saw her earrings on the table. They were vintage and heavy. She had mentioned that they were her great-grandmother’s.
I put them in my pocket and went to her home to return them. A pretty lady in a robe who looked like her mother opened the door. “Please give these to Julia,” I said. She flinched, hesitantly took the earrings, and looked at me funny,— She forgot them at my place yesterday.
— Yesterday?
— Yes.
Pause. But Julia died 6 years ago!
I stood frozen,
not knowing what to say. But at that moment, Julia ran out of somewhere, shouting indignantly, “Mum! Stop making fun of him!” The mum laughed and invited me to coffee. That’s how I met my future mother-in-law.
