FINDING HER RING

We had barely backed out of her driveway when I began a talk with her.  "Blythe,  I am financially comfortable too, and as you are very special to me, I want to go to a fine jewelry store.....you know Sacramento and I don't...so...please..."  "Bob, I understand, you want to get me something really nice in rings....Though I am well off too, I have a peculiar dis-like for people who like to flaunt their wealth.  I prefer small and very precious..that is what I would like....that is why I drive Dad's old car...it was precious to him and he swore he would never sell it...he kept it and bought a Lincoln Continental. He swore the Pontiac was a better car.  I think Moody's jewelry would be the place for us to look.  I said "Blythe, all I want is what you want...you will wear them...get something that is the personification of you...small and precious"...she took her eyes off of the road and kissed me....yep..small and precious...(to be continued)