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National Poetry Month Day 11
"Your aunt."
"Yes?"
"Miss Batterbee."
"Aunt Florence, yes."
"Your father's sister?"
"My mother's."
"But--"
"Batterbee is my mother's name."
"But your father--"
"Is a dishonorable and dishonored man. Mother gave me her name when I was ten."
"Well what was your name, then?"
"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to tell anyone that."
"Oh. I imagine there was a terrific scandal?"
"One might say. It was in the papers. Almost all of them. Certainly all the salacious ones."
"I shan't ask again."
"Thank you."
National Poetry Month Day 11
"Your aunt."
"Yes?"
"Miss Batterbee."
"Aunt Florence, yes."
"Your father's sister?"
"My mother's."
"But--"
"Batterbee is my mother's name."
"But your father--"
"Is a dishonorable and dishonored man. Mother gave me her name when I was ten."
"Well what was your name, then?"
"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to tell anyone that."
"Oh. I imagine there was a terrific scandal?"
"One might say. It was in the papers. Almost all of them. Certainly all the salacious ones."
"I shan't ask again."
"Thank you."