by C. Cimmone Brooks Leibee Yesterday I went into a jewelry store with a friend. She was looking for fancy bracelets and rings. Harmless it seemed. Mundane, almost. The front door was grand and silver. Glass cases filled the room — horizontal and studied with downward gazes of shoppers. The salesmen’s pressed suits, black and tight, were a great contrast to the cream carpet beneath their feet. We meandered between cases and smiled politely at intense patrons of the diamond ev