The Scared Boy

He said he'd lived his life crying not to fall for anyone, and then I met you. She asked how they'd got him in the car, at gunpoint, whether it had made the papers. He tore off the very edge of the thick paper menu and folded the scrap into a tight circle. He held it out, a ring. We'll go to Tiffany, as he said, or better, you go and tell me what you like, and I'll bring it tonight. Anything, the biggest stone they have. It was better than any alternative. The millionaire who'd buy it would be two or three years at most. Not that her father had really even noticed her absence