It’s different from down here. Customers’ voices travel oddly across the room, trickling down to where I kneel on the pale green carpet. I hear a woman laugh and tease her husband that she’ll take ‘one of each, please!’
I smile and continue to crawl slowly in a circle, searching. Another voice comes oddly to my ears, a man asking about our ring sizing practices. Kathryn’s calm voice answers softly, inaudible to me from my post below my desk.
I poke at the molding with tweezers, then gently brush my hand over the surface of the carpet, tricks that I learned many years ago. The molding will occasionally burp forth a lost stone, while the hand brushing routine can often make ...


