Scarecrow and Mrs. King
"Amanda versus the Rings"
Written by Anne Riener
Drabbles concerning Amanda's thoughts about wedding rings.
"Amanda versus the Rings"
Written by Anne Riener
Drabbles concerning Amanda's thoughts about wedding rings.
Before The First Time
Stepping out of the shower, Amanda wrapped a towel around her lithe body. Looking in the mirror, she caught a glimpse of her wedding band in the reflection. What the preacher had said was a symbol of love and commitment—a perfect circle, with no beginning or end—well, he had been wrong for there had been an end. She slowly slid the ring off her finger and gripped the cool steel in her hand for a moment before placing it behind the sink. “I won’t be needing this anymore,” she thought as tears began to fall down her face.
Weekend
Aggravated, Amanda threw open her suitcase and rummaged through her clothes looking for something suitable to wear for dinner at the Cumberland. Sunlight filtered through the windowpanes catching the gold wedding band that adorned her left hand. She inspected the ring Lee slipped on her finger only a few short moments ago and shook her head. “Mrs. Lee Stetson! Can you believe the nerve of that man? He didn’t even have the decency to tell me on the drive over here. Now the egotistical, self-centered, skirt chaser expects me to share a bed with him. No way! No how! Never!”
Ship of Spies
Amanda watched Lee flash his pinky finger at her as the doors to the elevator closed. She heaved a deep sigh of relief that the wedding in San Angelo was invalid. She shook her head wondering how she would have ever been able to explain it to her mother. Lee was right, strange things had happened on that assignment. Touching her lips, she reflected back to the kiss she had shared with Lee after the minister pronounced them man and wife. What surprised her most was the second sweet, tender kiss Lee initiated. There was nothing more to it—right?
After Mission of Gold
Amanda stared out the window of her hospital room, twisting the wedding ring on her finger. Biting her lower lip, she thought about how close she had come to death. She wondered about her mother and the boys; however, she had no doubt they would have been strong for each other. Mostly, she was concerned about Lee. Would he have been able to go on without her?
“Ready to get out of here?” she heard Lee ask. Mustering a smile, she sat down in the wheelchair and let him wheel her out. Maybe tomorrow she would tell him her fears.
After The Khrushchev List
Satisfied and satiated after Lee had more than made up for the disastrous six-page list he wrote, Amanda watched Lee’s bare chest rise and fall. Moonlight streaming in from the window caught her wedding band and she marveled at the man who placed that ring on her finger. She thought how much he had changed in three short years; from a man always looking for the quick thrill, to the man who committed his life to her. Now it was her time to commit to him—no more secrets, no more lies, no more games. She was tired of playing.
Post-series
Amanda could not help but notice Dean had been wrong again and the sun was shining this gorgeous October afternoon when Lee took his hand in hers. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, while she heard him repeat their vows and slip the ring on her finger in front of their family and friends. This time they were doing it right. After they kissed, she gazed at the tangible evidence of their love. Sunlight reflected off the beautiful diamond solitaire she wore. Now she was Amanda Stetson. Mrs. Lee Stetson. Yes, she liked the ring of that.
Stepping out of the shower, Amanda wrapped a towel around her lithe body. Looking in the mirror, she caught a glimpse of her wedding band in the reflection. What the preacher had said was a symbol of love and commitment—a perfect circle, with no beginning or end—well, he had been wrong for there had been an end. She slowly slid the ring off her finger and gripped the cool steel in her hand for a moment before placing it behind the sink. “I won’t be needing this anymore,” she thought as tears began to fall down her face.
Weekend
Aggravated, Amanda threw open her suitcase and rummaged through her clothes looking for something suitable to wear for dinner at the Cumberland. Sunlight filtered through the windowpanes catching the gold wedding band that adorned her left hand. She inspected the ring Lee slipped on her finger only a few short moments ago and shook her head. “Mrs. Lee Stetson! Can you believe the nerve of that man? He didn’t even have the decency to tell me on the drive over here. Now the egotistical, self-centered, skirt chaser expects me to share a bed with him. No way! No how! Never!”
Ship of Spies
Amanda watched Lee flash his pinky finger at her as the doors to the elevator closed. She heaved a deep sigh of relief that the wedding in San Angelo was invalid. She shook her head wondering how she would have ever been able to explain it to her mother. Lee was right, strange things had happened on that assignment. Touching her lips, she reflected back to the kiss she had shared with Lee after the minister pronounced them man and wife. What surprised her most was the second sweet, tender kiss Lee initiated. There was nothing more to it—right?
After Mission of Gold
Amanda stared out the window of her hospital room, twisting the wedding ring on her finger. Biting her lower lip, she thought about how close she had come to death. She wondered about her mother and the boys; however, she had no doubt they would have been strong for each other. Mostly, she was concerned about Lee. Would he have been able to go on without her?
“Ready to get out of here?” she heard Lee ask. Mustering a smile, she sat down in the wheelchair and let him wheel her out. Maybe tomorrow she would tell him her fears.
After The Khrushchev List
Satisfied and satiated after Lee had more than made up for the disastrous six-page list he wrote, Amanda watched Lee’s bare chest rise and fall. Moonlight streaming in from the window caught her wedding band and she marveled at the man who placed that ring on her finger. She thought how much he had changed in three short years; from a man always looking for the quick thrill, to the man who committed his life to her. Now it was her time to commit to him—no more secrets, no more lies, no more games. She was tired of playing.
Post-series
Amanda could not help but notice Dean had been wrong again and the sun was shining this gorgeous October afternoon when Lee took his hand in hers. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, while she heard him repeat their vows and slip the ring on her finger in front of their family and friends. This time they were doing it right. After they kissed, she gazed at the tangible evidence of their love. Sunlight reflected off the beautiful diamond solitaire she wore. Now she was Amanda Stetson. Mrs. Lee Stetson. Yes, she liked the ring of that.
