“No, of course not,” I said. “When we were out ... in L.A ... she kept looking at it. I mean, we weren’t ring shopping or anything.”“Says ...ou,” Jill cut in with a laugh. “Liz has been sizing you up for a ring since you were 14 years old.”I sighed.“I meant we weren’t specifically looking at things like ... that,” I clarified. “But I was watching her. She wanted me to try on a couple of watches that I couldn’t afford if I sold a kidney. She kept going back to the case and looking at that ring. So. Maybe something like where I'm holding my phone down there. Cool." She grinned over at John. "You did a good job on your homework, dad," she teased, to conclude their viewing session.He laughed. Since he'd already moved the selected pictures to one of the USB drives, they immediately took it back out to the living room and woke up Sophia's laptop and inserted it there. Sophia's excitement level had increased again, at the prospect of getting to do some more poses.At that point, it kind of. "We were planning on coming out here together, but she was hit by a drunk driver." "I'm so sorry," I told him. "Thanks. She didn't know what hit her, and I'm mighty thankful for that. The police told me that she may not have even known it happened, it was just that quick. The driver was killed, too." I saw the tears beginning to well up in his eyes but he quickly brushed them away. "We were together 54 years and I still miss her terribly." He pulled a hankerchief out of his back pocket. Pronto had been the last inthe sales? ring, and a giveaway, since her former owners wanted her off theirhands, having already made all the money they needed, and more, from the ponygirls they?d previously sold. They did not want to goback home with the one remaining pony-whore in tow. They wanted rid, at anyprice. When the peasant girls hadled Pronto out of town to their home village to work their water well, the oldbucket she had been exchanged for, had been leftbehind in the town cattle.