Her eyes darted away for a moment before she finally admitted, “Okay, fine. I was at a charity auction a couple of days ago, and I saw the exact same bike going for a small fortune. I realized that the one I gave Jean is quite rare, and I thought it might be worth something.”

I was flabbergasted. “You’re taking her bike to sell it? For money?”

Jacqueline flushed, but her resolve remained firm. “It’s a collector’s item! Jean is so young, she won’t even remember it. With the money, I could buy her a dozen bikes.”