Manon was a late addition. Not in loving memory of some ancestor I never got to meet nor as backdoor option for a name fancy enough to be given, but not fancy enough to be proclaimed at every piano recital and graduation from that point on - but just so that the rest could no longer be shortened to a nazi officer rank. And because it worked well with Sabine. And because Sabine had to stay. Sabine had to stay because Sabine was the result of 7 straight months of bargaining. It had survived 2 theological shifts on my father's part, causing biblical name's to be out, then in, then out of the question again (4 years later Rebecca Naomi would take them all of 2 minutes); a 3 month of truce during which I was called Elin Sunna (an equally meaningfull referece to my dad's Norwegian intern at the time), and some 20 rounds of dubble blind list writing from a library babyname book that was due to be returned several weeks ago, until one name popped up twice.
I regularly tell them they should have stayed with Elin. Elin would have been spontaneous. Elin would have made friend easy just for the sound of her name and Elin would certainly not have spend most of her highschool career roaming forests or cuddling up on the couch with a book.
They're still very fond of their choice. Ms. SM, who is not a nazi officer, just a simple SMS.
currently enrolled in a writing course so I'll be posting little snippits of that here
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