For months, she’d been quietly tucking away small amounts from her sewing jobs, birthday cards from family, and whatever change wandered into her purse.
But she wasn’t after diamonds.
She wanted matching gold bands. Simple ones. Bands that would fit their thinner fingers before their golden anniversary dinner.
« We’re starting over. »
« You really aren’t going to tell him? » I asked.
« Absolutely not. » She looked up, eyes bright. « I want to see his face when I surprise him. »
« You know he’s going to cry. »
« Good. Serves him right for surviving! »
I laughed so hard I snorted, which made Grandma Margaret laugh, which made her have to start counting the quarters again!
« You really aren’t going to tell him? »
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