Your Name Is Your Destiny
y mother named me after a cow’s rear end. It’s the favorite village joke, and probably the only one, but it’s not really true. At least I don’t think it’s true, and nei-ther does Gran. Really, my mother had another name for me, a wonderful name, but no one ever heard it. They only heard the first part. The worst part.Mother had been very ill when I was born. Gran said she was fevered and coughing and I came before I was sup-posed to. Still, my mother held me close and whispered my name in my ear. No one heard it but me.“His name?” Gran asked. “Tell me his name.”“His name is Rump . . .
haaa- cough- cough- cough . . .
” Gran gave Mother something warm to drink and pried me from her arms.“Tell me his name, Anna. All of it.”