kivrin:from a work in progressHastings, July 1945“Got the rings today,” Andrew told his father, as t
kivrin:from a work in progressHastings, July 1945“Got the rings today,” Andrew told his father, as they cleared the supper dishes.Dad cocked his head. “Rings? Two?”“Yeah. I know it seems a bit flash…”“No, no.” He turned up his sleeves and started the water running.“…but more and more men are wearing them.”“And you want to be fashionable.” Dad raised his eyebrows and shut off the tap.“No. Well, I don’t know that I’d have thought of it if I hadn’t seen men - like your friend Major Kieffer, say - wearing them. But it’s not fair, is it, for the woman to do everything, change her name and wear a ring.”Dad kept looking at him.“And I want… I don’t want her to ever worry that I’m…” “Taking up with a girl in the WAAF. For example.”“Yeah,” Andrew said, very low. “Mm.” Dad washed dishes industriously for several minutes. “Sam suggest it?” he asked, “No. My idea.” “Mm,” Dad said again, with a different tone. Andrew dried a plate and set it in the rack over the cooker. “Would… Dad. Would you hold the rings for me?”“What, think you’ll lose them?”“On the day, I mean.” He kept his eyes on his hands. “Would you stand up with me. Please.”The sound dishwashing stopped. In the sitting room the clock ticked.“Be an honor,” Dad said, his voice a little rough. “But you don’t… are your friends really all…”“No. Well, most of the ones I’d… have thought of, but even if…” Andrew swallowed. “The fact is, you are. The best man I know.”image source x -- source link
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