KATE: What’s your name?
RICHARD: Richard Creighton.
KATE: Your full name.
RICHARD: Richard Lee Creighton.
KATE: Richard . . . (Trying to think of the middle name)
RICHARD: It begins with an ‘’L.”
KATE: (No response. Still thinking.)
RICHARD: Lee.
KATE: Richard Lee Creighton. That’s not so hard. (Puzzled look on her face.)
RICHARD: Not too hard.
KATE: What’s my name?
I can’t imagine what it must be like to work so hard day in and day out to know something as important to her as her husband’s name as well as her own. Fortunately, this is one of the times that she doesn’t seem very frustrated or disturbed about not remembering though her puzzled look suggests a bit of concern.
Just as I was about to upload this to my blog, she asked again.
KATE: What’s your name?”
RICHARD: Richard Lee Creighton
KATE: I knew that. (But meaning, “I just couldn’t call it at that moment.)
One of the clues that convey the importance of my name to her is that all this time she has been diligently (it appears) working on her jigsaw puzzles. Then out of the blue, she looks across the table at me and says, “What’s your name?” It is obviously on her mind a lot. She wants to get it right.
