Catherine has designed a necklace on paper for Józef. She thinks it is for a customer of his, but he is making it for her.
“I have something for you.” Catherine told Józef one afternoon as they sat on a bench in the Market Square. She pulled out a piece of paper from her purse and handed it to him.
“Here is the picture of a design I drew for you.”
It was a Celtic type design of interlaced ribbon knotwork.
“I thought you might like to put one of those amber stones inside of it.”
“This is beautiful,” he said with a smile. “You have captured the pattern of the piece I want to make for this special person.”
Catherine blushed. “The design came to me during a gray winter day. My Aunt Eva had made a wreath out of apple tree twigs to celebrate last year’s harvest and my mother had hung it on the wall. I noticed how the bare branches of the trees intertwined with each other, like a neverending ribbon.”
Józef carefully folded the paper and put it in his pocket. “You remembered how I have always admired the art of the Celts. Especially the Celtic knot design from the Middle Ages.”
This is the place in the book where Józef gives Catherine the Necklace:
Soon they reached the road to Wiejska, the place where they would say their goodbyes. Usually with a kiss. The fragrant corn poppies stood high in the tall grass fields; their brilliant red petals fully opened to the late afternoon sun.
“I have something for you.” Józef reached into his pocket and hid something in his hand. “Open your palm.”
Puzzled, Catherine opened her hand. He laid a piece of jewelry in her palm. It was a perfect replica of the necklace Catherine had drawn. A radiant smile came over her. Inside the interlaced pattern of ribbon knotwork was an amber stone, shaped like a heart.
“I call it the infinity knot. It represents a friendship with no end.”
Catherine continued to stare at the necklace. The pendant was elegantly attached to a silver chain with a loop.
“It’s beautiful,” she breathed, smiling.
“Turn around. Let me put it on you.”
She turned to face the field of corn poppies. He reached around her neck and she pulled-up her hair so he could clasp the chain. He softly kissed her neck and she shivered.
She faced him again. “How does it look?”
“Beautiful – like you.” He leaned down and kissed her. She closed her eyes – and the kiss seemed to last forever.