He shook his head. “There was nothing we could do. It was nature.”
We sat, quiet for a few minutes.
“Can I be honest with you about something?” I asked him.
I looked down at my bare hands. “Remember that silver ring you bought me in Key West? The one I always wore on my thumb? I lost it somewhere in Chicago.”
He waved his hand, as if to tell me it really was no big deal. It was a 14-dollar ring I’d tried on at a shop off Caroline Street in Key West, and he’d quietly...
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