We were driving back home in the rain. The road was slick and the wind was howling. The trees were swaying back and forth like a metronome and everything felt wrong. This did not seem like the best time to be driving back. Our car is pitiful. A small, slow moving compact that runs on good old usa workmanship. Meaning, it doesn’t run well. I keep thinking that it will break down and we’ll be stranded on the side of a dark, lonely road, where some scary guy in a beat up pickup will offer to take us where we need to go. Only, as most know by now, this country hick, is plotting to chop us up in pieces and use our bleached bones as furniture in his mud hut. Everything carries a price. If you do something that you know, deep down, you shouldn’t be doing, that price could bankrupt your life.
As my mind ping pongs back and forth of various atrocities that could befall us if we don’t make it home without incident, I notice that my boyfriend doesn’t seem worried at all. He’s enjoying my freight. It’s almost as if he’s confident that everything is going to be ok based on some inner knowledge that he has but isn’t willing to share with me. This is an outrage. What is he thinking I wonder. He looks at me, smiling, and opens up the glove compartment, which has a small box inside. He tells me that now is the perfect time if there every was a good time. Inside is a custom engagement ring from Riverside. I couldn’t believe it. It diamonds were shining bright and my spirits have been uplifted.

