Ezekiel Todd, her dry, tight-fisted, lean father, had named her, bawling it out so loud that the more suitable, certainly the more euphonious, “Evangeline,” proffered in a timid whisper by her faded and somewhat romantic mother, was completely smothered. “I baptize thee, Evang—” began the minister, when Ezekiel’s voice rose clear: “Abijah, I tell ye, Parson—A-b-i-j-a-h—Abijah!” And Abijah it was. The women were furious. The whole town feels sorry that Abbie got stuck with that name but it’s never much mattered to her. What does matter to her is that she’s stuck being small town Abbie. F. Hopkinson Smith was [Read More]
Abijah’s Bubble
