When Ann Calls
“What about ‘Kate’? Kate, Katherine, Katie, Katerina…” She tried the names out, savoring the sound of them, imagining herself calling them—“Katie, come get your snack!” “Katerina, it’s time for your nap!” “No, not ‘Kate.’” The old man folded his newspaper, keeping one finger tucked firmly inside so he could find where he had left off reading. “It makes me think of Katherine Hepburn, and you know how I feel about her.” “You don’t like her because she was independent,” the old woman retorted, but with little heat. It was an old familiar argument...
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