“I’ve heard about it,” she said. “There’s not really any war of that sort down here. They sent me the little stick. His mother sent it to me. They returned it with his things.”
“Had you been engaged long?”
“Eight years. We grew up together.”
“And why didn’t you marry?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I was a fool not to. I could have given him that anyway. But I thought it would be bad for him.”
“I see.”
“Have you ever loved any one?”
“No,” I said.
We sat down on a bench and I looked at her.
“You have beautiful hair,” I said.