Gemotions

I listened, a slow smile spreading across my face, as my brother explained the virtues of my grandmother’s diamond ring to a prospective buyer. He was going on about clarity and cut and carat, things he knew absolutely nothing about. My chest felt a strange, airy feeling.

He kept glancing at me, as if expecting my approval, or at least my permission. I simply nodded, savoring the moment.

His over-the-top performance, his obvious bluster, was utterly captivating. I decided to get another drink.