Her wrist is so narrow his thumb and forefinger can encircle it easily. It feels as fragile as a tiny animal, a mouse or a sparrow, as if a mere pinch of the fingers could snap it. The piece of pale pink ribbon wrapped around it is tattered and frayed. She twists the ribbon nervously back and forth, picking at the threads. He presents her with the beautiful silver chain, on which tiny silver bells tinkle and tiny diamonds dangle. But when he fetches scissors to cut the ribbon she backs away slowly, covering it protectively and withdraws her smile.