The Opal Ring - Episode 1
by Phyllis Korkki
Mom, I’m worried.
What is it, honey?
There’s a crack in my bedroom ceiling.
And I think it’s getting bigger.
Did you let the landlord know?
I did, but he’s not answering me.
Try him in the morning.
I’m sure it’ll be okay until then.
Oh my god, Mom!
What, honey?
There are bugs coming out of the crack!!
Hundreds of them!
They’re crawling all over the ceiling!
What should I do???
Oh dear!
Now there’s some kind of liquid coming out of the crack!
It’s dripping onto my bed.
And there’s this horrible smell…
I don’t like the sound of this.
Who lives right above you, Lexie?
Is it that old woman you told me about?
Lexie, are you there?
Answer me!!!
Oh my god, it’s her hand.
Coming through the ceiling.
What?!
I need to call the police.
I’ll get back to you soon.
One hour later
The police are here now, Mom.
And the landlord is here too.
What happened?
It’s Opal, my upstairs neighbor.
She died.
They say she was dead for about a month.
And nobody knew.
Oh, that’s terrible.
Mom, I feel like this is my fault.
Why would it be your fault?
Well, I used to visit her.
She used to be a famous actress on Broadway.
Really?
Yes. She showed me the newspaper clippings of her reviews from 60 years ago.
She was married to a director, but he died a long time ago.
They never had children.
And then all her friends died.
Well that’s very sad, but it’s not your fault.
You don’t understand Mom.
She used to tell me I was the only friend she had left.
But I got tired of hearing the same stories from the past, over and over again.
And I got busy.
And I stopped going to see her.
And then she died, and nobody knew.
Her body started decomposing.
And then the bugs got to it.
Oh, stop! Please spare me the details.
They’re bringing in a hazmat team to clean out her apartment and mine.
The smell in here, Mom!
It’s horrible.
I think I’m going to be sick.
Do you need to come here now?
I don’t have much room.
No. The landlord says I can stay in one of his empty apartments.
It’s in a different building.
Well, that’s a relief.
I’ll let you know when I get there.
An hour later
I’m at the new apartment now.
What’s it like?
It’s a lot bigger than my old one.
And the landlord said I could stay here for the same rent.
He’s feels bad about what happened.
That’s great, honey!
But I feel so guilty.
Now you need to stop that.
Young people get busy.
Your neighbor was responsible for her situation.
She should have made new friends.
You don’t understand, Mom.
It’s worse than I told you.
I did something terrible.
And now I don’t know if I can live with myself.
What on earth did you do?
I stole Opal’s ring.
I stole it right off her hand.
When it came through the ceiling…
I took it off her finger before I called the police.
It’s an opal ring, just like her name.
She was so proud of it. She never took it off.
She told me it was worth thousands of dollars.
And now I have it here.
And that smell, Mom…
It’s stronger than ever.
It won’t go away.
Oh my goodness.
I think you’re letting your imagination get away from you.
And don’t worry about the ring.
Sell it!
Nobody needs to know where it came from.
Nobody cares that it was stolen.
But I care!
Listen, I’ve stolen a few things here and there.
Only when times have been tough.
And only when the person wouldn’t notice or wouldn’t care.
I know.
As long as no one is hurt, what’s the big deal?
I knew you’d say that, Mom.
That’s why I told you.
You know I’m here for you, honey.
I know. Goodnight, Mom.
One month later, Lexie answers a call from a number she doesn’t recognize.
Is this Lexie Graham?
Yes it is.
My name is David Brown.
I’m a lawyer, and I represent the estate of Opal Wingard.
I was wondering if you could stop by my office this week sometime.
Is…is there a problem?
I think it would be best if we discussed this in person.
Okay, how about 9 a.m. tomorrow?
That works for me.
My assistant will give you directions to my office.
The next day, Lexie arrives at David Brown’s office.
She takes a seat across from him and looks at him anxiously.
You seem nervous. Ms. Graham.
It’s just that…I’ve never been to a lawyer’s office before.
Well there’s no need to be nervous.
In fact, I have some very good news for you.
What is it?
He smiles and pulls out a piece of paper from his desk.
I’ll just read you exactly what Mrs. Wingard wrote in her will.
“I leave all my money and possessions to Lexie Graham, my only living friend.”
Mr. Brown looks up and smiles.
Mrs. Wingard wasn’t a wealthy woman, but she was certainly comfortable.
She didn’t have much in the way of possessions, except for some jewelry.
But she did have $500,000 in her retirement account.
And that will all go to you.
I’ll be in touch in a few days to arrange the transfer.
Lexie gets up suddenly from her chair.
Her nostrils start flaring.
What’s wrong, Ms. Graham?
That smell!!
Don’t you smell it?
Mr. Brown looks curiously at Lexie.
I don’t smell anything.
But it’s so strong!
I can’t….
I can’t stand it!
Lexie rushes out of the lawyer’s office and seeks refuge in her car.
She texts her mother.
You remember Opal, my neighbor?
How could I forget?
She left me all her money.
How much?
$500,000.
And all her jewelry.
That’s wonderful news!!
Tears sting Lexie’s eyes.
No it’s not, Mom.
Why not?
Before she dissolves into sobs, she sends one more text to her mom.
Don’t you see? The opal ring – it would have been mine anyway!
One month later
Why haven’t you been answering my texts?
Are you alright?
I’m fine, Mom.
I wasn’t before, but I am now.
I wanted to ask you something.
What?
Could you lend me some money?
Or maybe just give me some?
Things are a little tight right now.
I can’t, Mom.
Why not? After all I’ve done for you?
I can’t because I gave away all the money I got from Opal.
WHAT???
How could you?!
I didn’t deserve that money.
Opal thought I was her friend.
But I abandoned her when she needed me most.
I gave her money to a charity that helps senior citizens in need.
Oh my god. What a waste.
And Mom? There’s a woman who lives down the hall from me.
Her name is Ada. She’s 90 years old.
All her relatives are dead.
And all her friends have died too.
So?
I visit her every few days.
I listen to her stories.
She’s had an interesting life.
I’ve learned a lot from her.
I gave her the opal ring, Mom.
I thought you sold that ring!
No. I kept it – as a reminder.
But yesterday I gave it to Ada with my pledge.
That I will look out for her.
I made her promise to call me every day from now on.
If I don’t hear from her I’ll know something is wrong.
And I can find help.
I can’t believe you gave up all that money.
What a foolish thing to do.
No it wasn’t.
Because that smell was with me day and night.
The horrible smell from that night when I stole Opal’s ring.
It followed me wherever I went.
But now that I’ve given the opal ring to Ada, the smell is gone.
And I know it’s gone forever.
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