“A spool of thread?”
“Oh, no! This is something much more exciting. I know a song about it. We have it on an old record.”
And Judy began to sing:
“Love’s not a sudden romance
Or the kiss that follows a dance.
Love is forever, an everlasting thing.
Love is....”
“A golden ring.” Peter finished the line as Judy opened her hand.
There it was—a plain band of gold. It was not engraved on the outside as Judy’s ring was. She had once told Peter that the leaves engraved on her wedding ring looked like little y’s. “They all stand for you,” she had whispered after he had placed the ring on her finger.
This ring, Judy soon discovered, had never been placed on anyone’s finger. The engraving on the inside told the story.