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"In Which Eve Names Everything Else" by Katherine Cowley

Eve: What’s that?

Adam: A dove.

Eve: And that?

Adam: A squirrel.

Eve: That squirrel looks different than that one. Are you sure they’re the same thing?

Adam: That one’s a squirrel, and that one’s a chipmunk.

Eve: You really did name everything.

Adam: God told me about lots of things, like the trees and the flowers. Then He told me to name all the animals.

Eve: Did you name yourself?

Adam: No, God named me.

Eve: Adam, if we ever find something that doesn’t have a name, can I name it?

Adam: We’re not going to find anything else, Eve.

Eve: But if we ever do find something, can I name it?

Adam: Sure.


*****


Adam: I miss how good the plants tasted in the garden.

Eve: Me too. Oh, there’s some food on your face. On that little spot that’s sort of an indent between your mouth and your nose.

Adam: Did I get it off?

Eve: Yes. Is there a name for it?

Adam: For what?

Eve: That little spot that’s sort of an indent between your mouth and your nose.

Adam: There’s no name for that.

Eve: I think we should name it.

Adam: We don’t need to. It’s not like we’ll be talking about it much.


*****


Eve: There’s food on your face. On that little spot that’s sort of an indent between your mouth and your nose.

Adam: You say that every day.

Eve: You always get food there. I think we should name it.

Adam: In the garden, God said our language was perfect.

Eve: But we’re no longer perfect, and we’re no longer in the garden.

Adam: Maybe we should both pray about it.


*****


Adam: I think it’s fine with God if you name other things, things that don’t have names.

Eve: That’s the answer I got too. Philtrum!

Adam: Phil—what?

Eve: Philtrum. That little spot that’s sort of an indent between your mouth and your nose. It’s now called a philtrum.

Adam: That’s a really strange name to choose.

Eve: Well, I thought elephant was a strange name, but I never complained.


*****


Adam: You’ve named shawl, rotten, hangnail, rope, and hungry. How many other things are you going to name?

Eve: As many as I can find.


*****


Eve: It feels like it’s going to happen soon. We should call it childbirth. It’s a good thing we helped the cows with childbirth, or I would be really—what was that word I came up with?—scared.

Adam: I’m a little scared.

Eve: So am I.


*****


Eve: This really, really hurts!

Adam: You’ll be fine. We have a word for this. Pain.

Eve: Pain isn’t good enough. I need a stronger word.

Adam: What do you want to call it?

Eve: You name it. It hurts too much for me to think of a name.

Adam: Let’s call it agony.


*****


Eve: Let’s call him Cain.

Adam: He’s perfect.

Eve: I want to name this feeling.

Adam: We already have the word happy.

Eve: I know. But it doesn’t feel quite strong enough. Let’s call this joy.


*****


Adam: Can I name this baby?

Eve: You said I could name everything else.

Adam: Fine. What’s his name?

Eve: Abel.

Adam: That’s a good name.

Eve: You can name one of our children, some day. But I get to name all of the rest.


*****


Adam: He’s not breathing. And his skin is cold.

Eve: His body is here, but Abel—Abel is gone.

Adam: There is no name for this. This thing that happened.

Eve: I suppose we need one.

Adam: Yes, I suppose we do.

Eve: We’ll call it murder.

Adam: What about what we’re feeling?

Eve: I don’t think I can name this.

Adam: I don’t think I can either.


*****


Adam: Eve, I don’t think we’ve ever spent so much time praying.

Eve: I think we still have a lot more praying ahead of us.

Adam: But I feel slightly—not better, but I feel, I feel—

Eve: Adam, God already gave us a name for this.

Adam: Did He? What is it called?

Eve: Hope.



This piece was published in 2013 as part of the 2nd Annual Mormon Lit Blitz by the Mormon Lit Lab. Sign up for our newsletter for future updates.

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