Zelda and I were outside Tiffany’s, but it was closed. We had just decided to elope. We had arrived at the store too late.
“You can’t be serious,” I said. “How much money do you want?”
“None. With my wife dead, I have no use for money.”
“Don’t you wish to keep the rings anyway?”
“No, you two need them more than me. I still have her picture. Go on. Take them.” He forced the rings into my hand.
“Thank you very much, sir.”