What Is Your Name?
“Ma’am, may I ask for your name?” He asked Betty in a calm voice. His wife stood beside him, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched the old woman with narrowed eyes.
Betty reached for the tissues in her pocket and removed a clean one to wipe the moisture from her face.
She was finally given an opportunity to speak and defend herself. She cleared her throat, “I’m Betty Jean Gallager.”