The old man’s hands shook as he slid the ring onto Massimo’s left ring finger. It looked as though it would be way too big, but when it went onto his finger it fit snugly, as if it were made for him.

         Grazie Uncle Salvatore!”  Massimo had seen his Uncle wear the ring for as long as he could remember; when he was a toddler learning to walk, Massimo remembered the green stone ring on the large, tanned hand that was always there to steady him and keep him from falling. Whe...


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