The yellow cloth bunny no longer exists, thanks to the workaholic father who sometimes read to his baby son but most nights came home too late.
The two volume set of Remembrance of Things Past belongs to a daughter, and sibling, the middle one in the birth order, who buries her head in books she is too young to understand. When she becomes a mother with two postgraduate degrees, she says she doesn’t care that her favourite book is a much maligned English translation of the original French.
The twinset of real pearls will be locked in a safe deposit box until their owner, who is a mother and grandmother, dies. Two daughters will fight over ownership, while the grandchildren, a brother and sister, will stay out of it. If you thought the eldest sister would win, you would be wrong. Birth order isn’t everything.
There are two diamond rings. There is one husband. The larger diamond ring is not from the husband. It is a family heirloom. One sister wears it every day. The other sister is in her home a continent away, with a diamond watch, two pairs of diamond earrings, and a diamond bracelet, all once the property of their deceased mother. The diamond watch, two pairs of diamond earrings, and diamond bracelet are not enough. She makes regular calls to her sister, demanding their mother’s ring.
There is a brown toy teddy bear, Teddy, that a friend brought to a baby shower 35 years ago. Teddy’s owner, living in a large house filled with sharp edges and books on interior design, went into finance. Every night she sleeps next to Teddy, who has retained his rotund shape.
There is a stainless steel refrigerator that tells a wife it is not time for a snack, and immediately orders her to put down that plate of chocolate chip cookies. It has a camera which cannot be turned off, and uploads images to the husband’s home office and company office.
There is an iPhone which receives a text from the husband, which the wife ignores, while admiring her twinset pearls in the mirror. She turns off the phone, in case her sister calls, which she does around this time of day because of the time difference. She opens Swann’s Way, her favourite book in Volume I. Looking at the diamond ring on her right hand doesn’t make her hunger pangs go away. She would kill for a chocolate chip cookie. She wishes her children would call, but knows they won’t. They never do.