I had been in jail but a single day and night when they realized they had overlooked the wedding ring on my hand. I wasn’t married anymore but couldn’t get the ring off. My knuckles were swollen possibly because of the prednisone I’d been taking because I was tired, so tired. It was just a cheap gold band but I made a terrible fuss when they said they’d have to cut it off. Some of the girls had gathered around.
“They’re gonna cut off her wedding ring,” one muttered with amused awe.
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