“You know what has a better ring to it?” he asks. “What?” “Husband.” My eyes pop. “Husband?” “Yeah. It’s a lot better than Professor, don’t you think?” “Henry––” “And speaking of rings…” He digs into the front pocket of his slacks. “I was going to ask you to marry me at dinner tonight, but seeing you up here?” He glances at the empty podium. “I don’t want to waste another second without making it official. Without you calling me husband.”
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