Just a silly story born somewhere in the depths of my crazy mind Frank was extremely worried about his wife, Ann. She had been put on bed rest because of her premature contractions. Ann didn't trust the medical establishment in their city because she felt strongly that "those horrible doctors" could give her wrong remedies that would be devastating for her baby. In no time she collected all her clothes and went to her parents' house who lived in the countryside. Ann spent entire days at home dying from boredom. She began to think of the name of her future baby. Ann's mother was always insisting on carrying on the tradition of naming all girls born in their family "Mary", but Ann didn't share her enthusiasm. Whenever her mother began to tell her about the tradition, Ann stopped her and said that they'd better carry such an important and "life-changing" conversation over the next day. This had been lasting for months until Ann had been put on bed rest. The thing was that Ann just didn't want to have another Mary in her family. She already had four cousins and three aunts named Mary, so it was no wonder that she was looking forward to choosing some other name for her daughter. Anyway, her mother was made of iron. There was no turning back if she decided to do something. She had been on five hunger strikes throughout her life because of some politic events in the country. Although the Internet made a slacktivist of her rather than an activist, nobody stood a chance to convince her to do something she didn't support.