"What's that ring about Frankie?" his father asked when everyone was seated at the table later that night.
Frank automatically shoved his hand under the table, hiding the black and silver band on his ring finger.
"It's just a ring." Frank said quickly.
"Well I think you've got it on the wrong finger. That finger's for when you're married." his mom said.
"I'm not stupid; I know that." Frank said, fingering the ring in is palm under the table.
"Please don't tell me you went and got married." His dad said.
"Not /behind your backs/, no." Frank said.
"You said that before, what do you mean, that you did it IN FRONT of us or something?" his dad asked.
"I'm just saying you should trust me." Frank answered, slipping the ring back on his finger.
"You've been acting really strange lately Frank." He accused, shaking his head, "You should take that off."
Frank didn't take it off.
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