She stole his hand from his pocket - an absconsion of palm - and went to whisk him away, introducing herself in a hurry, “I’m Milan, like the French-Czech author.” But her name was actually Camilla, which was shortened to Mila when she was an infant by her mother who found the sound more soothing to the colicky baby. “Meee-la. . . Meee-la,” Camilla’s mother would coo the abbreviated name as she’d rock the unsatisfied infant because the name Camilla had as much pacification as an upright victorian chair.
Whoa. Simple and bang. She should have.
Aw thank you, and yea hindsight. . . ha