Jimmy swiped his mother’s gaudiest ring from her jewelry box. He had to give Jackie a going-steady ring. No one else in the fifth grade had given her a ring and little Jackie with the long blonde hair and the beautiful eyes deserved it. Mom wouldn’t miss this ring, surely. She’d never miss it, he felt certain.
Next morning Jimmy walked into school and went directly over to Jackie’s desk. She sat there with Lisa and Cathy and T.J. and Ricky. “I’ve got something for you Jackie,” he said. Dead silence from the five.
“What would that be, Jimmy Wood?”
I pulled the ring out of my pocket like a rabbit out of a magician’s hat. “Look! For you!”
An audience of five hundred at a Flip Wilson concert couldn’t have laughed as loud as these five did. I turned red and ran away to my desk, put my head down and cried. Two minutes later, Jackie came up to me and smiled.
“That was really nice, Jimmy. Thank you.” She handed the ring back to me.
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