- What’s your name, girlie? he said.-Melody Nash, she said.And  Henry Smart fell in love. He fell in love with the name. With a name  like that beside him he’d find his leg, a new one would grow out of the  stump, he’d stride through open doors for the rest of his life. He’d  find money on the street, three-legged chickens. He’d never have to  sweat again. Henry Smart, my father, looked at Melody Nash. He saw what  he wanted to see.

- What’s your name, girlie? he said.

-Melody Nash, she said.

And Henry Smart fell in love. He fell in love with the name. With a name like that beside him he’d find his leg, a new one would grow out of the stump, he’d stride through open doors for the rest of his life. He’d find money on the street, three-legged chickens. He’d never have to sweat again. Henry Smart, my father, looked at Melody Nash. He saw what he wanted to see.

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