Nomenclature and a Name;

To re-certify his 5t trust, Sam had decided to tell her his Name. "I have almost NEVER told anyone this before," Sam promised, "but my REAL name is Trey." She looked at him quizzically, "What were your dad and Granddad... Ace and Deuce of Spades?" "You're on the right track," he concurred agreeably, "But no, they were Samuel Clementine and Sam Clementine Junior. I hope you can feel part of the family in spite of your immigrant status. The song 'My darling Clementine,' was written about an actual Clementine." "I don't guess I ever doubted such a thing," she replied. "Well, you have to allow it might have been a pseudonym for a really good muse," he rejoined, demonstrating a modesty rare in his Texan experience. "Our family goes back to the days of Washington BC," he added proudly. She saw that he had truly made a gaff, but his recent efforts on her behalf argued kindness, and she decided to be ruthful. "Did you mean Washington DC?" she asked helpfully. "No, not the comic book superhero, the REAL Washington... the General." Her amusement at his audacity was tempered by respect of her own. "You mean POTUS e 43?" "Yeah," he admitted. "George is such a common name. I can't even REMEMBER how many KING Georges there were back in the old country." This comment strangely drew her displeasure, but she set him straight directly. "Keep your attention to chronology CORRECT," she warned. "The Control group for the Experiment." He was not INTERESTED in trouble with Ursula, but he felt he NEEDED the time, so he played a non-sequitur gamely. His purchase was one of need from invented necessity, not an impulse buy. "How many 'e's are you willing to prepend?" he asked noncommittally. Her sense of humor invoked a mutual hatred of the monarchy. "Samuel Clementine the THIRD!" she roared. He was unconcerned, "Yes Dear?" he answered. Her eyes twinkled and she shared a disarming grin. "Three, no more than three, and nothing less than three!" she gave in trade. "Did you Major in Law in school?" this led him to ask. "I'll cite you for a T_icket," she replied. "I Minored in T_ympany... I was a majorette!" She giggled and he chuckled until they both roared with laughter. "You want to marry in Valentine or Happy?" he demanded. Her answer marked her difference from the Sheila. "I think the world capital for all Valentine's Day celebrations would be TOO ostentatious, but I want WITNESSES!" she bargained. "Happy's just my speed!" He felt that they had bothered Chronos enough for one day, and wisely proceeded to keep his own counsel. She kept her peace in turn, and together they contemplated which hunting season might be open - the full moon was coming.