"I need luck. I have had very little of it since I was born." Though she suspected that luck had little to do with her setbacks and failures, they were her own poor decisions. But perhaps having someone else's luck near her would allow her to know some happiness and peace.

They had passed over the bridge next to the mill, now only a few steps from her bungalow, still empty and bare, save for what was inside.

"If you go hunting tomorrow, I should like to accompany you."