Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 93140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Toward the end of the ceremony, the pastor officiating said, “At this time, the groom would like to give his wife a new ring, as a sign of his love and commitment.”
I leaned to Grant. “I thought we weren’t exchanging new rings.”
He winked. “We aren’t. I don’t need two. But I wanted you to have something to remember today.”
Grant turned to Pops and whispered. “Psst. Pops…in your pocket.”
Pops’s face wrinkled up. He seemed to be having a moment. That had happened more and more frequently over the last few months.
Grant whispered again. “You have the box in your pocket.”
Still confused, Pops scanned his surroundings. Our friends and family in the audience were all watching and waiting. Turning back, he looked at me holding hands with Grant and smiled. “Hey, Charlize.”
I smiled back. “Hi, Pops. How you doing?”
Grant chuckled. “Always distracted by the pretty girls. The box is in the left side of your suit jacket, Pops. Can I have it?”
“Box?”
“Yeah, in your suit jacket.”
“Oh, you want the…” Pops snapped his fingers. “Damn it…what is it called again…” Snap. Snap. “You want the…” Snap. Snap. “You want your balls!”
Everyone started to laugh, including both of us. Grant walked over and slipped his hand into his grandfather’s suit pocket, pulling out a black box.
“Nah. She can keep my balls, Pops. She’s had them since the first day we met. I just want the ring.”
The End