Rufus walked up to the park bench and before he sat down at the other end to Beth he asked.
"May I?" in a beautiful Irish lilt.
Beth barely looked up from her book but replied.
Rufus started reading a newspaper, that day's Goss. He looked across at the baby, and, continuing his Irish brogue, commented.
"That's a beautiful little baby, to be sure!" Inside, his heart was swelling with pride. "What's the name?" he continued.
Beth looked up and at him for the first time.
"Reuben", she said with equal pride.
"What a really lovely name!"