What Is My Name

It's Saturday afternoon. Jack is in the barn, cleaning pig pens, when Rosie comes running in. "Victor, you have to come quick. There's a long distance phone call for you. It's from India!"

"From India?" Who on earth would be calling him from India? "Okay, I'm coming. Are you sure it's for me?"

"Well, at first they asked for Mom and Dad, and when I said they're over in the slaughterhouse, they asked to talk to Jack Schuurman. Isn't that funny?"

Trotting off down the path, Jack says "Yeah, that's funny!"

"Hello. Hello, this is Jack."

"Yes? Hello. You are Jack Schuurman?"

"Yes I am. Who's calling please?"

"Just a moment."

Another voice, "Hi, Jack. This is Brother Andre. I'm in Calcutta, and I have to verify my destination for customs and for our tickets. Would you tell them where you are so they can figure out what I need to do?"

After some confusion and misunderstanding it's finally established that Brother Andre and Jack's mother are flying to Canada, and with some stopovers they should be arriving in about two days, so sometime Monday afternoon.

How about that! Jack is going to meet his mother, his real mother! After all this time.

How is he going to handle that? What will he say to her? Does she speak English? Probably not. Probably Brother Andre will be translating back and forth. What will she say? What sort of person would she be? That will be strange.