wrinkled. Into the bag they go.”
She removed the hangers and placed the dress shirts in the bag.
She grabbed the bag and walked back to the dresser. “Do you want to pack your socks
and underwear, or can I do it?”
“You can do it,” William said, leaning himself against the wall.
“Okay, wanted to make sure. Some guys don't like women going through their sock
drawer. Afraid of finding something they forgot about.”
“I don't think I have anything in there that is worth hiding,” William responded.
“Suit yourself,” Casey opened the sock drawer. She held up a sock. “You don't match
up your socks?”
“Um. No,” William said. “I only have the one kind so I throw them in the drawer.”
“Well, I'll have to teach you the correct way to put away socks,” Casey told him,
grabbing a fistful of socks and throwing them in the bag.
She finished with the socks and underwear and dropped the trash bag. From the back
of the drawer, she pulled out a small blue box. William realized he had forgotten
he placed it there after his grandmother gave it to him.
He heard the box open.
“Is this a—” Casey managed to get out.
“Yes,” William responded.
Casey sprinted toward William and jumped into his arms, kissing him.
“Yes,” she said in between kisses. “Yes.”
They fell to the floor.
They arrived back at Casey's with William's belongings, which didn’t fill up the
bed of the truck. They didn't end up using all of the boxes.
Casey had the ring on her finger and spent most of the ride examining it. The hair