‘I could give you fifty dollars,’ the dealer shrugged.
She’d hoped for more, that Gran’s vase would pay the electricity bill and fill the pantry.
That night she fed her husband and kids, told them she wasn’t hungry, and turned on the Antiques Roadshow as her stomach rumbled.
There was the dealer with a tall blue vase.
‘Ten thousand,’ said the expert, ‘but it would be five times that much if you had the matching pair.’
She looked up at the mantlepiece and smiled.
Her gut feeling had been right.
She’d hoped for more, that Gran’s vase would pay the electricity bill and fill the pantry.
That night she fed her husband and kids, told them she wasn’t hungry, and turned on the Antiques Roadshow as her stomach rumbled.
There was the dealer with a tall blue vase.
‘Ten thousand,’ said the expert, ‘but it would be five times that much if you had the matching pair.’
She looked up at the mantlepiece and smiled.
Her gut feeling had been right.
