June 5th, 2008

vecchio: hurty


Ray's fingers twitched inside his pockets.

He had told Angie to keep their wedding ring; it was, he said, an investment in the future. She should keep it; ward off scumballs, hock it if things got tough, do whatever she wanted with a couple of ounces of gold permeated with an incredible incalculable weight of love.


Lord knows where that one came from.