Authors: Ariel Allison
Fifteen minutes later, the sedan rolled to a stop on the south side of the River Liffey before a set of upper-class row houses. The building, clad in warm brownstone, rose four stories above them. Small, manicured yards were filled with the remnants of summer flowers.
“That one, right there.” Alex pointed to an apartment on the ground floor adorned with lace curtains and a series of window boxes. He got out of the car and opened her door. “Shall we?”
Holding the pewter box in one hand, Abby rang the doorbell. It took several moments, but they soon heard a shuffling within and the door swung open to reveal a tiny wisp of a woman. Wrapped in a pink housecoat, the elderly woman blinked into the sunlight, observing her visitors with a startling pair of blue eyes.
“Good morning.” Abby took a step forward, the box in her outstretched hand. “I think this belongs to you?”
“Oooh, yeh found me ring!” the old woman exclaimed, taking the box with a frail hand. “I was wondering where eh 'twas.”
“Yes,” Abby said after a long pause. “We found it.”
The old woman turned her crisp blue eyes on them. “Thank yeh.” Her smile turned her face into a maze of wrinkles.
Suddenly unsure of what else to say, Abby nodded and turned to go. Alex followed, unable to meet the gaze of the sweet old woman.
“Wait,” Abby said, turning around. “What does the inscription mean? On the inside. Why Alligator Food?”
Laughter filled the street, like the sound of silver bells ringing in the wind. “Me husband was such a prankster,” she said between peals of laughter. “He always thought it looked like yer lips were saying, 'I love yeh,' when yeh said the words Alligator Food. He inscribed the words on me ring so I would never forget.” She leaned forward, her eyes ablaze. “And I never did. We spoke those words to each other every day for fifty years, and I've said them every day since I buried the man.”
“Thank you,” Abby said. “I needed to know.” She and Alex turned to go.
“Wait,” the old woman called. A mischievous grin spread across her face. She tossed the box to Abby with surprising strength. “I don't need this anymore. Why don't yeh keep it? It might do yer love some good.” Then she closed the door and left them speechless on the doorstep.
Alex took the box from her and slipped the ring on her finger. “So, Alligator Food, huh?”
She looked at him, pensive. “Give me some time and maybe so.”
He took her hand and rubbed it softly with his thumb. “There's something I need to tell you.” His voice was hesitant, filled with trepidation.
“What?”
“My name isn't really Alex Weld.”
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