Linda had brought the subject up to her husband, Ryan, once, since he knew more about computers than she did. He hadn't been any help. "It could be wo...se," he'd said. "Imagine if she got married to someone else with a hyphenated name? I mean, how'd you like to have to deal with, oh, Langenderfer-McMahon-Caserowski-Clark?"For that matter, if you were going to put the kid into alphabetical order for some reason or another, like in a grade book, where did you put her? Under "L", or "M", or maybe. We had gone through the entire mall, and had not found anything that we both thought would work so we sat in the food court and I bought us lunch. “What are some things that Linda likes?” I asked Holly, hoping that maybe she had an idea.“Well, she likes sex” she said with a giggle.“Well yea, but about the only thing I can get her in that area is a dildo. I would get her some lingerie, but I would be afraid of picking out something she didn’t like, or did not fit properly.” Although I filed away. The son of a hardware store owner, I was marrying into one of the most prominent families in coastal Georgia. The Carsons owned farmland, the odd bank or two, even a small textile factory. But they wore the mantle of wealth with ease. They were gregarious and down to earth people. I never met a Carson I didn’t like. We young people were playing the new music, rock ‘n roll, on the Carson’s jukebox. We danced to Elvis, the Coasters, and our favorite, Jerry Lee Lewis. Over and over we played Whole. Brother 1: I know it looks a bit naked now.Savita: It’s so weird looking at it with no walls…Brother 1: You have to strip it down to dress it back up.Savita couldn’t tell which brother he was yet. Right then, the other brother ran up to her with his hands full. Right as he showed up, the first brother headed back to work.Brother 2: There you are! I just had these ideas for uniforms you could wear that match the theme of the interiors.Savita: I don’t wear uniforms.Brother 2: We should go try.