“Can’t Zeke do that?” he said.
“No, he can’t. I want to pick out a surprise for him, and you can help me with that.”
“Are you sure you want me to do that? Norm would do a better job than me at picking out presents, wouldn’t he?”
“I have a reason, and if you can wait until we get to the mall, you’ll understand.”
“Okay. Which mall?”
I told him, and we left a note for Norm and headed out in the car—Zeke was using the truck that day. When we arrived at the mall, I asked Zeb to take me to a jewelry store, which he did.
“Here we are in the jewelry store,” he said. “Now what?”
“I want you to help me pick out a ring for your brother. I’m gonna get us matching rings.”
“How will you know what size to get? Oh… now I know why you needed me along.”
“Bingo. You and Zeke are the same size everywhere, right?”
“As far as I know.”