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</div>Abby wasn't sure what to do.  Marcus had been at the diner three days ago, but gave no indication he was going to kill himself.  In fact, he was surprisingly upbeat during their chat.  The only indication something was wrong was when she looked in her purse upon getting back to her apartment after work.  Inside was a small box.  And in it was a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fd17anp2eo56k6j.cloudfront.net%2Fmedia%2Fcatalog%2Fproduct%2Fp%2Fa%2Fpatek-philippe-tiffany-co-art-deco-emerald-and-diamond-watch_2_60-1-10032.jpg&amp;hash=d02315bd23f57e4803b8d81cffb0d7d9" href="https://d17anp2eo56k6j.cloudfront.net/media/catalog/product/p/a/patek-philippe-tiffany-co-art-deco-emerald-and-diamond-watch_2_60-1-10032.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">gorgeous watch</a>and a note from Marcus.<br/><br/>"Dear Abby, you've been a breath of fresh air in my life.  You are so much like my grandmother, who I loved so dearly.  Like her, you're spirited, feisty, sometimes snarky and sarcastic, but never hurtful.  Most importantly, you are blunt and honest.  You always told me what I needed to hear, not what I wanted to hear.  I have too many people around me who would rather flatter me than tell me the truth.  You're not like them.  Since you are so much like my grandmother, I think you should have her watch.  Cherish it as a memento of our friendship."<br/><br/>Abby could tell the watch was valuable simply because she liked to watch "Antiques Roadshow".  She knew that a watch made by Patek Philippe was always valuable.  That name was on the movement of this watch.  She also knew that anything marked Tiffany & Co. was always valuable.  This watch had Tiffany & Co. printed across the dial face.  She also knew that old art deco watches of the 1920s were valuable.  The movement indicated this was from the 20's and it was in the art deco style.  And then there were those two large emeralds on either end of the watch face, along with what looked like diamonds surrounding that watch face.<br/><br/>"This is too much," she moaned.  "I can't take this."  She resolved she would give the watch back the next time she saw Marcus.  But then she began to wonder about the note.  Was this the act of a man who was dying and was trying to give away his valuables beforehand?<br/>Marcus had never looked well during their friendship.  There was a pain in him that she could only sooth temporarily during their conversations.  She decided to sleep on it and take the watch to work the next day to give back to him.  It was a family heirloom and needed to stay in the family.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, early the next morning, she got a phone call from Marcus's lawyer informing her of his death.  And that she was in his will.<br/><br/>She'd had to borrow a dress and heels from her friend Margot, who lived three doors down from her.  Abby had absolutely nothing suitable for a funeral or the reading of a will.  The dress was beautiful, though she wondered if the V in front was a little too deep. Margot jokingly accused her of being a prude.  Then she stepped back to look at Abby in the dress.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"You need some jewelry, but unfortunately, I loaned out my necklace and earrings to a sister of mine.  And she hasn't returned them yet."</span><br/><br/>"I have a piece of jewelry.  But I can't wear it."<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"Show me!"</span><br/><br/>Abby pulled the watch from her purse and showed it to Margot.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"Magnificent!  So why can't you wear it?"</span><br/><br/>"Because Marcus gave it to me.  It belonged to his grandmother.  If any of his family sees me wearing it, they'll accuse me of stealing it or seducing him out of it or some other act of trickery.  He slipped it into my purse without me knowing about it until I got home."<br/><br/>It was clear Margot wanted to argue in favor of wearing the watch, but the more she thought about Abby's explanation, the more she tended to agree with her.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"So what are you going to do with it?"</span><br/><br/>"I'm going to keep it in its box in my purse and try to return it to the family, if possible."<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(226, 80, 65)">"(sigh)  It would have made a stunning addition to your outfit.  But I won't argue your logic.  Need my car?"</span><br/><br/>Driving up to the front door of the Widcombe mansion felt better in Margot's late model BMW than it would have been in Abby's '65 Rambler Ambassador.  Abby liked to call it vintage.  Margot called it junk.  It was one argument that Margot won.<br/><br/>Abby had gone to the funeral, though unsure if she was invited.  She owed it to Marcus.  Though she was somewhat angry with him for killing himself.  And in such a gruesome manner.  Pulling up to the mansion, it began to dawn on her just how rich he was.  Which made his suicide even more senseless.  When she approached the front door, she found herself joining several other people, none of whom she knew.