21. “What shall…

21.

"What shall we call her?" the mathematician asked. "With all the walking about, we forgot to come up with a name."

"If you don't mind," the poet offered shyly, "I though we might call her Kavya."

"Kavya. That's pretty. Why would I mind?"

The poet blushed. "It means poem." The mathematician was silent a long moment, and then he smiled. "Well, if we decide to have another, we can always name it math. For this child, I think Kavya will be just perfect."

And she was.

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END

with thanks to Ursula K. Le Guin, for her wonderful Fish Soup

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