Chapter 7: Interruption
“I’ve never understood where our mothers got our names from,” said Sawyer, looking up from his notes.
Bergman shrugged. “I don’t know either. Maybe from books. Maybe they’re just words that have a nice sound to them.”
Sawyer looked suddenly thoughtful. “But in the books I’ve seen—pre-war books, that is—people used to have two names. We only have one.”
“Unless, of course,” corrected Bergman, “someone has the same name as an elder. In which case a man can have three names.”
Sawyer looked up from the notes he was finishing. “Three names? I’ve never heard of anyone having three names.”
“It’s very rare,” said Bergman getting up from his chair. “Would you like some more tea while I’m up? More to eat?”
“Some more tea, please,” Sawyer replied.
“I once knew a boy cal
