“What are you talking—” Presley cuts herself off as she points to the ring on Cash’s finger. “What is that?” she asks with a gasp. “My wedding ring.” “I’m sorry, your what?” she screeches. “I got married.” Cash shrugs casually. “My wife is on a conference call, but she will come inside as soon as she’s finished. You don’t mind if we wait for her, do you, Mom?”
