What size?
Esther was in a really good mood this morning. She hummed while she got dressed; as she walked across the street to Oscar’s house, and as she knocked on the door. He answered the door with a great big smile.
“Hello handsome,” she grinned. “What’s on your agenda today?”
“We are having a meeting at school. Then after that I am all yours.”
“Do you own a lawn mower?”
“Yeah.”
“Would you let your poor pitiful neighbor borrow it?” She shrugged her shoulders up to her ears and batted her eyes.
He put his arms around her waist. “No, but I will let my future wife borrow it.” He kissed the tip of her nose before walking her into the garage and showing her the lawn mower.
“Thank you.” They kissed and he left for his meeting.
On his way home he stopped at Sue’s. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for. Perhaps it would play out like the necklace, and something would just say, ‘me – me buy me.’
When he walked into the store Sue was slow to get up from behind the counter. “Well Oscar, I almost didn’t recognize you.”
“Why not?” He asked a little confused.
“You look fantastic.”
“Thanks.” He accepted her compliment and looked around.
“Can I help you find something?”
“Maybe in a minute.”
She giggled, “just call when you need me.”
Nothing looked like he wanted it to look. Everything was too big or too little. At first, he thought it shouldn’t be too fancy. After all, Esther used to be a cop and he feared big and fancy would get in the way. On the other hand, he didn’t want to get it too small. He feared she might think he didn’t value her. Then a ring caught his eye that he immediately fell in love with. It wasn’t a traditional engagement ring at all. It was flat like a wedding band with two rows of small diamonds all the way around it. Oscar really didn’t know what size ring to get her. But he had studied her hands a lot. Her ring finger was slightly bigger than his pinky finger. So he assumed that if the ring slopped on his pinky it would fit her.
He called to Sue. She was in front of him in no time. “I would like to see that ring.”
“Two pieces of jewelry in five months; it must be serious.” She winked at him.
He didn’t say a word. The ring slid on his pinky but didn’t slop.
“Not sure about the size?” She asked.
“Not really.”
“Here,” she handed him a set of ring sizers. “Take these with you, and we’ll see if we need to have the ring adjusted. I’ll keep this back for you until you do.” She smiled.
“Thanks.”
You big stupid. He thought to himself. How could you not know what size ring the woman you love wears. If he just asked her, she would know something was up. He kicked himself all the way home.
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