Benita loved naming things.
When she was a child every toy had a name and if the people next door might have neglected to call their chickens anything, Benita had a name for each.
She would name people she saw in the street and when she finally found a boyfriend she delighted in bestowing a different name upon him each day of the week.
The day before their wedding he found a list of twelve names – six male, six female – on her notepad.
“What are these for?”
She smiled at him radiantly.
“Our children, of course.”
He cancelled the wedding.