Chapters (15)
you have to like the name too I said
he didn’t say nothing
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I think Lenny didn’t know the baby very well
so he didn’t know what to call him
but he knew how to love him
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yes he loved him I know that
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something from the Bible I said that’s always good
a name that means something and that you can read stories about
how about Jacob I said
Lenny said that sounds like a Jewish name
and I said it was a Jewish name
and Lenny said we’re not Jewish
we’re not anything I said
but Lenny didn’t want a Jewish name
why don’t you want him to have a Jewish name I said
Lenny didn’t answer he just shrugged
what about Abraham I said just to have a laugh
for fuck’s sake Lenny said
Irish names were out too
and so were any of the names of the royal family who were just scum the lot of them according to Lenny
there aren’t many names left I said
what about Lenny he said
but that’s your name I said
it can be his name too he said
I wouldn’t know who was who I said
yes you would he said
and I knew I would I suppose
but I wasn’t sure the baby wanted to be called Lenny
he wants his own name I said
it would be his name Lenny said
but it’s your name as well I said
what’s wrong with my name he said
there’s nothing wrong with your name I said
I think it’s a beautiful name it’s a beautiful name because it suits you
how does it suit me he said
it just does because that’s who you are I said
you’re Lenny
what would you rather be called I said
you could have your name changed if you wanted
I don’t want my bloody name changed he said
if you changed your name then we could call the baby Lenny and there wouldn’t be any mix-ups
what would I be called he said
I don’t know I said
how about Adam
and I could change my name to Eve
you’re a bloody idiot he said
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so we called the baby Lenny and Lenny stayed Lenny as well
Four
FOUR
CHRISTIE in a church
Cold light
Brief echoes
Smell of priest
when I was left alone with the baby I called him something else
I called him Beau
because I read somewhere that Beau means beautiful
I never told Lenny
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those were lovely times alone with Beau
I’d make a nest with the bedclothes
and we’d lie in there in the afternoon all dozy
and I’d make little cooing and whistling sounds
and pretend that we were all alone in the world
all alone in the big tree I imagined we were in