“I have this for Sophie, and I’m going to give it to her tonight.” I open the box to show him the ring inside. It was my mother’s. Nothing fancy—just a simple diamond in a simple setting. He looks at the box and then to me. “You ready for that? It’s only been a couple of months since she showed up here in Poplar Falls. You sure it’s not too fast?” “Six weeks,” I say as I look down at the ring. “What’s that?” “Six weeks. That’s how long it took Dad to know that he wanted to marry Mom and to put this ring on her finger. It only took me four.” He nods his head, and a smile graces his face.
