V-R-A-N-T-S-I-S	Ana Vrantsis
 ‘Vrantsis,’ I said.
Frances, she wrote.
‘No, V r a n t s i s,’ I repeated more slowly,
Francis, she wrote, writing the ‘i’ over the ‘e’.
‘No it’s “V” for Victoria,’ I insisted.
Vrancis, she wrote, changing the ‘F’ to a ‘V’.
‘It has a “t” not a “c”,’ I continued
‘Vrantis?’ she ventured.
‘No, it has an “s-i-s” after the “t”,’ I implored.
She reached for the white out
but the white out was dry.
With irritation plain
on her furrowed brow
she reached for a clean sheet
and began again.
V-R-A-N-T-I-S she wrote
with triumphant relief.
‘Oh, and there’s only one “n” in “Ana”.’