I hadn`t thought about Mrs. Morgan for years, until I read in the paper that she had died. When I was a boy, Mrs. Morgan played solo with my mother every tuesday afternoon. There were two other women there, but I can`t remember their names anymore. Monkey, Magden, something like that. Mrs. Morgan collected opals. Her husband Ted owned a circus, which kept him away and out of the picture most of the time. I`d come home from school and the women would be hard at the cards. I liked Mrs. Morgan, she always had a little chip of opal for me, and said that I should save it for a sweetheart. I came home one day and Mrs. Morgan was crying in our kitchen. My mother told me to leave them alone. I learned later that a boy from the circus had fallen and died. He used to ride the trapeze. Mr. Morgan went out of business and they moved away. I`ve still got the opals. It`s funny how someone you`ve never met manages to stay with you.
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