You could almost see the idea form
in his mind, as he smiled and said, “I 
have another diamond that's just a     
little bigger than this one. I could   
knock a couple pieces off each end, and
that'll make it the same size...” and  
this is where he paused dramatically.  
     This was definitely a night for   
high drama.                            
     He continued by explaining that,  
“those two chips will be so masterfully
cut, that they'll look magnificent on  
the groom’s engagement ring and wedding
band. Trust me,” he told her.          
     He turned to me, “It'll be        
symbolic, like a piece of Miss Beth is 
always with you.”                      
     How the hell could I argue with   
that?                                  
     “I love it, let's do it.”         
*      Beth agreed, and I picked out my    
two bands, well, Beth did most of the  
picking. I was just there to agree with
her.                                   
     After that, Darryl got to work.   
     One of the very few things, that I
knew for sure about Darryl, was that he
was an expert jeweler. It's how he got 
his start, “down the wrong path,” he   
was always fond of saying.             
     He could easily do this, and it’d 
look just like a real jeweler had done 
it, which he was. Sorry, I guess that's
kinda stupid, huh?                     
     Anyway, this time, he out did     
himself, and it didn’t even take him   
two hours, all together, before he     
handed us our rings in hinged satin    
lined boxes.                           
     Four boxes all total.             



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