The Necklace (continued)
First Person
“Oh, my poor, poor Mathilde! Mine was false. It was worth five hundred francs at the most!” Those were the words spoken to me before all of the haunting memories come back to me. All that time wasted being poor, when all I wanted in life was to be rich. When I came home that one day from the Ramponneau, the long taxi ride home only to inform my husband that night that I had lost my best friends real necklace. We worked up a fortune for that stupid thing. 36,000 franc. “Do you understand how much work I've done to repay you? I gave up my lifes savings for that, we even used Loisel's father's money left behind from him.” I weeped. “Oh hun, it's your fault you never told me sooner. You could have been
First Person
“Oh, my poor, poor Mathilde! Mine was false. It was worth five hundred francs at the most!” Those were the words spoken to me before all of the haunting memories come back to me. All that time wasted being poor, when all I wanted in life was to be rich. When I came home that one day from the Ramponneau, the long taxi ride home only to inform my husband that night that I had lost my best friends real necklace. We worked up a fortune for that stupid thing. 36,000 franc. “Do you understand how much work I've done to repay you? I gave up my lifes savings for that, we even used Loisel's father's money left behind from him.” I weeped. “Oh hun, it's your fault you never told me sooner. You could have been