"You're getting married?" Bobby said with surprise.
Nearly everyone around them stopped working and stared at Roy.
Roy produced a sheepish grin and bellowing said, "No, no, no. Don't be ridiculous." He then leaned in close to Bobby and whispered. "Yes I want to get married, but promise me you won't say a word to anyone." Roy stuck out his hand. "Swear it, Bobby, I don't want anyone to know," Roy spoke forcefully.
"You have my word, Roy," Bobby whispered back. "And might I say congratulations. Who is the lucky woman?"
Roy stood up straight and smiled. "Mrs. Sara Johansson."
Bobby winked. "Okay, you want a simple gold band or something else?"
"How am I supposed to know? That's why I came to you."
"Look, Roy, I know Mrs. Johansson. She's a sweet woman, kind and has two fine lads-even though she doesn't wear dresses like the other women in town. I think you're a fortunate man."
"You aren't wrong there Bobby and I like it she's not like other women."
"Okay, isn't she from Scandinavia or someplace like that?"
Roy shrugged. "I think so."
"How much time do I have Roy?"
"Oh my, take all the time you need. I want something memorable and one-of-a-kind. But, believe me, I'm in no hurry. Do you understand?"
Bobby smiled and then the two men shook hands again.
On the ride home, Roy was in high spirits. He let Billy drive Sally for the whole trip. Billy was thrilled and excited when they arrived at the Johansson farm so Billy quickly pulled out his mason jar and started showing it to his maw and Abe.
"See here! Roy gave me a dime for having a dry bed this morning. I get another each time it's dry."
"Ha, that won't happen very often," Abe scowled.
"Abraham Johansson that will be enough; you apologize to Billy right now."
"But Maw…" protested Abe.
"Abraham, I mean it."
"Sorry Billy." Abe reluctantly and sourly replied. He then ran out of the room.
Sara sighed. "He's never acted like this before. I don't understand him sometimes. Billy, go put your things away and get washed up for supper. Get your brother to join us too."
Sara stared at Roy but did not smile. "How is giving shiny coins to the boy supposed to help him with his bedwetting? Can you explain this to me?"
It was evident to Roy that Sara was upset, but he did not understand. Why is she mad at me? What did I do wrong? Roy thought. "You know Sara, I best be heading home. Tell Billy, I had a great time."