The lucky handkerchief
“You know I’m yours,” she whispered. “You know you’ll have me.”
“All right,” he said, looking for some measure of happiness in this promise. To seal it, he decided to give her a present, though he hadn’t thought of doing so until just that moment. He sat up and reached for a thing in his pants pocket, and pulled it out slowly. He presented to Louise a delicate silk handkerchief, with flags and military drums painted at its four corners.
“My father gave this to me for luck on the battlefield. I think you should have it to remember me by. It’s an important piece of my family,” he said as he pressed it into her palm.
She looked at the cloth unfurled there, so thin and nearly transparent, and felt that she should refuse the gift—that to take it from him would be ill luck somehow, since it was intended to preserve him from harm.
“Are you sure?” she asked gently.
“Yes. When I make love to you on our wedding night, you can give it back to me.”
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