Lost and Found
by David Lubar
"Hey, look at this," Dale said as he noticed the white square of folded cloth lying
by the side entrance to the mall. "Someone lost a handkerchief."
"Yuck," Kirby said. "Don't touch it."
"No, it's not that kind." Dale bent down and picked up the handkerchief. "See,
it's a fancy one." He pointed to the initials that were embroidered in one corner.
The letters HCX, stitched in dark-red thread with lots of fancy loops and swirls,
stood out against the bleached whiteness of the cloth.
"What's that mean?" Kirby asked.
"It's someone's name," Dale said.
"Then what's that?" Kirby tapped the corner of the handkerchief.
