Minutes later—
A ring.
Simple. Fragile. Meaningful.
He stared at it.
No gold.
No diamond.
Then smiled. “But it’s real.”
“Farmer Jackson!”
He didn’t even turn this time. “Come,” he said calmly.
Ngozi approached, suspicious. “Why are you behaving like a calm river? What are you planning?”
Jackson gestured. “Sit.”
Ngozi gasped. “Ah! Formal meeting. Am I in trouble?”
She quickly sat down. “Say what you want to say before I faint.”
