The door slammed behind Barbara. “I threw the antique diamond setting back at him,” she said to Millie. “On-line dating is for the birds!”
“Well I guess it doesn’t really matter if the engagement ring is a real vintage diamond engagement ring or an antique style ring setting if you have to kiss that many frogs,” said her roommate thoughtfully. “You must choose better amphibians to go out with.”
“It was an antique style ring setting. Maybe I should have kept it?” She was neatly lining up the white cartons from the Chinese restaurant on the counter.
“Did you remember chopsticks?”
Winter now, snow falling in big flakes. Soup seemed like a good idea. They slurped, the spicy warmth gradually thawing them enough so they could eat more slowly.
Millie said “I always wanted a solitaire ring, just maybe not the frog that comes with it.”
“I always wanted an antique diamond engagement ring. I didn’t care whether it was a solitaire or not. Antique ring settings suit my personality.”
“What do you mean?” The spicy food was bringing tears to Millie’s eyes. She dabbed at them.
“Everything around us goes so fast. We hardly have time to breathe. Antique style diamond engagement rings remind me of a more leisurely pace, when people were polite to each other and there was no computer dating. You were matched up with someone by your parents or friends. You could take time getting to know each other. Life was less hectic.”
Days were shorter, now, and it seemed late even though it was only eight o’clock. They had eaten right out of the containers and there were no dishes to wash. Their hunger finally satisfied, it was time for desert, and there was only one possible after a dinner like this:
Both women stared at the cookies on the table, each wishing the same thing: an engagement setting, vintage or otherwise. What would it say?