I’m letting the prose speak for itself, Jay—just this once.

 

 

“Costume Jewelry”

 

By Joseph Manno

 

 

Erika Benteen examined what she’d been given…

…and nearly returned it untouched.

Cicero… I’m not ready. It’s too soon.”

His response was to take the small box from her trembling fingers, removed its contents… and then, with the utmost gentleness and restraint, replaced the black pip on her collar with a third golden one.

He held her shoulders—brotherly, comradely—and waited until she met his gaze.

“Did you think you were ready last time?”

“Yes.”

An arched brow preceded what she’d known was coming.

“And were you?”

“No.”

Mantovanni smiled. “That answer is my confirmation that, now, you are.”

 

 

Now here’s the interesting thing about this piece. Two persons whose opinions I respect observed that the story was something of a “bait-and switch”—that the whole thing revolves around people thinking he’s about to give her a ring.

My reaction was complete surprise: To be honest, such had never occurred to me.

If I had written it with that intent, it would have been constructed more like this:

 

 

Erika Benteen examined what she’d been given…

…and nearly rejected it out of hand.

Cicero… I’m not ready. It’s too soon.”

He held her shoulders and waited until her frightened gaze met his.

“Did you think you were prepared for this last time?”

“Yes.”

An arched brow preceded what she’d known was coming.

“And were you?”

“No.”

Mantovanni smiled. “That answer is my confirmation that, now, you are.” 

He took the small box from her trembling fingers, removed its contents…

...and then, with the utmost gentleness and restraint, replaced the black pip on her collar with a third golden one.

 

 

So… which version is better?