We had our rings made by a goldsmith in District 5 who has worked from the same shop for forty years. Plain gold bands, a little wider than we expected, with the date engraved inside.
In Saigon, he said, you measure in the heat.
They were made twice. Khoa's fingers were measured on a cold, air-conditioned afternoon in April, and by June his ring would not go past the knuckle. The goldsmith was not surprised at all: in Saigon, he said, you measure in the heat.
They are now in a drawer, in a box, inside another box, where Mai checks on them far more often than she admits.
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