What’s in a Name
Our family’s name leave the Chinese scratching their heads, a fact which has become more apparent since the boys started school, not that it has slowed them down any. Chase and Porter figure they’ve already acquired a couple of admiring girls who talk to them and blush, chasing down any ratty classmate with the temerity to accuse them of a crush, all signs of young love, grounded in human nature rather than language. Yesterday Porter got off the bus dragging his shoulders two or three inches from the ground. “Tell me about your day, Porter.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Are you sure?”
“It was the worst day ever.”