“Where’s your wedding band?” Suzie asked.
Jason’s mind rushed. He had thought of an excuse already. What was it? Oh, yeah.
“Oh, they had a really nice gym at the hotel, but, umm, after the first day, I realized the bench press bars hurt my ring fingers, so I took it off and laid it on the bathroom sink. I didn’t realize I left it until I got to the airport. The hotel is mailing it to me.”
“Oh. Well, I’m going to get ready, are you coming?”
“Well, no, I don’t think I’m going to make it. Tell the Pastor that I have a bug, it might be contagious. I’d better stay at home.”
Suzie looked at him with a look Jason had never seen before. A mixture of concern, anger, possibly disappointment seemed rolled into one countenance.
“OK,” was all she said.
Jason lay on the sofa for another hour
