On the morning they married, Neri put the kettle on and discovered that Iven had hidden the rings somewhere sensible.
This was alarming because sensible places, in his experience, included the inner pocket of a tool roll, the clean end of a bearing drawer and a jar marked SMALL SOUND SCREWS.
“They’re in the blue bowl,” he said.
“They were in the blue bowl. I moved the bowl.”
“Where?”
“To make room for the bread.”
They looked at the bread.
After a moment Neri lifted the cloth covering it. The bowl stood beneath the far edge, exactly where she had put it while cleaning the table. Inside lay the two plain rings in their folded packet.
