I will say that Osage puts up a mighty poor showing of wedding-rings.
We were married.

I suppose I ought to stop now and describe just how it was, and what the bride wore, and a list of the presents.

But it didn't last long enough to be clear in my mind.

Everything is a bit hazy, just there.

I dropped the ring, I know that for certain, because it rolled under an article of furniture that looked suspiciously like a folding-bed masquerading as a cabinet, and Frosty had to get down on all fours and fish it out before we could go on.