"Gran, you're not listening ... I didn't say his name was Bud, I said his initials were Bud - B U D, like my initials. And anyway you can be called Bud, strange as it sounds, it is a name in America - wasn't there someone called Bud Flanagan or something?"
She looked back over her shoulder at her grandmother, sat at the table doing the crossword, and trying to beat her self-imposed 30 minute deadline, then turned back to the task in hand: getting the fire going, the wind was in the east and it was hard to get it to draw, despite sitting there with a newspaper held up against the chimney breast for what had seemed ages.
"Well what is his name then, what do the initials stand for?"
"Benedict Ulrich Dohl - his father's father was German apparently."
"Well, you certainly can't be marrying him then .. "
" Whyever not? - not that I've any intention of doing so, for heaven's sake! - stop trying to marry me off to every bloke I mention .. but why not this chap?"
"Because with your name - Barbara - you'll become a Barbie Dohl," and Rose triumphantly laid down her pen. "Finished! Finished in 28 minutes - and that newspaper's going to burn if you're not careful."
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