“Ma’am, you’re sure that’s the right spelling?”
“Yes!” Wynette snapped, frowning at the clerk. A foreigner, with that dark skin, the little gold nose ring.
“Have you checked a dictionary? Because I really—”
“I don’t need a dictionary! Like I told you, it’s from the Bible!”
“But your baby—” The clerk leaned forward. “I really think you should just check—”
Wynette slammed her bag down on the counter. “You put that down, and don’t you change a letter!”
The clerk opened her mouth and closed it. Wynette leaned over, smiling triumphantly as the clerk typed it out: A-N-U-S.