“You’re not going to show up with a ring tomorrow, are you?” Freddy took my left hand, kissing the fourth finger where a ring would go. “I will if you want me to.” Then he wrapped his arms around me, Sally still growling by my feet. “I meant what I said, Marilyn. I’m yours. I’m not leaving unless you tell me to.” “And if I tell you to?” “You’ll break my heart.”
