Name Calling

She lifts the tiny bundle from the white bin and holds her up to face the father. Now they must choose a name. 

Anna after the grandmother? No. 

June? Not June as in the month, as it's September and no one is named September. But June, like the mother, and June like the smell of cut grass and the crick-crack of grasshoppers and the warmth of long days and stars so close they drop in your lap. 

No. One June is enough and June isn't an easy name to call from the back porch and it doesn't go with Kay, a name that you can say with one light breath. Kay who lives on the pages of all the women's magazines, waiting for her soldier to return. Yes, Kay.