The Bee On The Finger

The Bee on the Finger"I see you've noticed my ring, young man. Yes, it is striking, isn't it?" said the lean, gray-cheeked man in the seat by the window.Bunting's eyes had been closed since the turbulent take-off from New York. He opened them. "Pardon?" he asked.The man had the flawless smile of cheap false teeth. "I said: 'I see you've noticed my ring, young man. Yes, it is striking, isn't it?'" he repeated, holding out his hand. The ring was a large bee done with...