After the ceremony, her aunt approached her slowly, a smile on her face and a pair of scissors in her right hand. In her aunt’s left hand was a locket with a miniature painting of Hannah on the front panel. Her aunt stopped next to her and snipped a generous length of hair which she coiled inside the locket before presenting the jewelry to Corporal Davies.

“Thank you,” Will Davies said softly. He dropped the locket around his neck and gazed at Hannah, his eyes shining. His smile make Hannah’s insides quiver. At that instant she admitted to herself that perhaps, perhaps, marrying him was a good idea after all. As her aunt stepped away from Corporal…no, Will, her husband, Will, Hannah took the scissors from her aunt’s hand, stepped up to her husband, and clipped a lock of his hair for herself.