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face.
    “Shut up, you old woman!” and he
punched her in the face, knocking her from her chair to the floor.
Then he turned around and slammed his way out of the
shop.
    So the engagement is true,
he’s bought her a ring. And from the quality in this shop, a good
one , thought Anton as he strode away in
anger.
    Marta came running from the
back.
    “Granny G, what happened?”
    “Ooh, my aching head! Help me to my
chair, child. Then I think you should call the police.”
    After Marta called the police, Gilda
picked up the phone. She pulled out the paperwork from the sale,
called Jett’s phone number, mumbling as it rang.
    “What a rude individual! And if he’s
her brother, I’m Aunt Fannie!”
    “Hello, this is Jett.”
    “Jett, dear, this is Gilda. After you
left, there was a rather rude young man here. He said he was
Grace’s brother and that their father didn’t approve of her young
man. He was quite angry when he left…”
    “Are you okay?”
    “I’ll be fine dear, don’t you worry
about me,” said Gilda.
    “Do you want us to come back?” he
asked.
    “You take care of Grace…”
    “You’ll call if you need
anything?”
    “Of course I will…”
    “You need to be careful,
Gilda.”
    “Yes, we’ll be careful…
    “You promise to call if you need
anything? Maybe we should come back anyway,” he said interrupting
her again.
    “Jett! We’ll be just fine. Just
beware, that young man is evil. You don’t need to come back; Marta
already called the police,” said Gilda.
    “Wait a sec. Grace asks that you don’t
tell the police our names.”
    “Okay.”
    “She also says you can call Captain
Udaka of the 18th District.”
    “Captain who?” she asked.
    “Udaka, you’ll remember that?” asked
Jett.
    “I’ll remember,” she said.
    “And call if you need help. Actually,
I want you to call later anyway and let us know how you’re
doing.”
    “Alright. Bye, now,” and she hung up
the phone.
    Such a
worrier , she thought with a cluck of her
tongue.
    As she was hanging up, two uniformed
officers came into the store.
    She turned to Marta.
    “Marta, I have these two nice officers
to see that no one hurts me. Would you go and make me a cup of
tea?”
    “Right away, Baba G. Are you sure you
don’t want me to stay with you?”
    “I’ll be fine with these two nice
young officers; you weren’t even here when that rude young man came
in so they don’t need to talk to you. And I really would like a cup
of tea, extra sugar.” Then she turned back to the
officers.
    The patrolmen could already see a
bruise forming on the old lady’s cheek. Violence against the
elderly really steamed them both. They began to ask questions and
she told them an abbreviated version of events.
    “Well, a nice girl came in today with
her young man and they bought an engagement ring and wedding bands.
Then about fifteen minutes later, this angry young man came in. He
said he was the girl’s brother, which was strange because she told
me she didn’t have a brother. I was just explaining what a lovely
couple they made and he told me to shut up and then he hit me. Yes,
knocked me right out of my chair.”
    Marta came hurrying back with her tea
and she took it. “Thank you, dear.”
    After taking a sip, she turned back to
the policemen.
    “Well, then he just slammed out of the
store, didn’t say another word, just left. He was the last person
to leave. You’ll probably find his fingerprints on the doorknob.
Oh, and he slapped his hand on the counter, too. He had a rather
gaudy blue sapphire signet ring on his right hand with two
initials: an A and a V.”
    “Oh, I’m so stupid. Wait just a
minute. I must be more rattled than I thought. Now you gentlemen
just sit over there at the table and Marta will bring you some
cookies. I’ll just draw his picture; I’m an artist, you know. You
have to be, to make jewelry. And I’ll draw that ring for you,
too.”
    She looked at the officer on the left
a little closely. When