“Yes.”
“Elizabeth!”
“Calvin,” she said carefully, reaching across the table for his hands while taking in his deflated face. “I thought we’d agreed on this. As a scientist yourself, I know you understand why marriage for me is out of the question.”
But his expression indicated no such understanding.
“Because I can’t risk having my scientific contributions submerged beneath your name,” she clarified.
“Right,” he said. “Of course. Obviously. So it’s a work conflict.”
“More of a societal conflict.”
“Well that is AWFUL!” he shouted, causing any table that wasn’t already watching to turn their full attention to the unhappy couple in the middle.
“Calvin,” Elizabeth said. “We’ve discussed this.”
“Yes, I know. You disapprove of the name change. But have I ever suggested that I wanted your name to change?” he protested. “No, in fact, I expected you to keep your name.” Which wasn’t completely true. He’d assumed she’d take his name. Nevertheless, he said, “But in any case, our future happiness should not depend on whether a handful of people might mistakenly call you Mrs. Evans. We’ll correct those people.” This seemed like the wrong time to tell her he’d already added her name to the deed on his tiny bungalow—Elizabeth Evans, that’s the name he’d given the county clerk. He made a mental note to call the clerk as soon as he was back in his lab.
Elizabeth shook her head. “Our future happiness does not depend on whether or not we’re married, Calvin—at least not to me. I’m fully committed to you; marriage will not change that. As for who thinks what, it’s not just a handful of people: it’s society—particularly the society of scientific research. Everything I do will suddenly be in your name, as if you’d done it. In fact, most people will assume you’ve done it simply because you’re a man, but especially because you’re Calvin Evans. I don’t want to be another Mileva Einstein or Esther Lederberg, Calvin; I refuse. And even if we took all the proper legal steps to ensure my name won’t change, it will still change. Everyone will call me Mrs. Calvin Evans; I will become Mrs. Calvin Evans. Every Christmas card, every bank statement, every notice from the Bureau of Internal Revenue will all come to Mr. and Mrs. Calvin Evans. Elizabeth Zott, as we know her, will cease to exist.”
“And being Mrs. Calvin Evans is absolutely the worst thing that could ever happen to you,” he said, his face collapsed in misery.
“I want to be Elizabeth Zott,” she said. “It’s important to me.”
* * *
—
They sat for a minute in uncomfortable silence, the hateful little blue box plopped between them like a bad referee at a tight match. Against her will, she found herself wondering what the ring looked like.
“I really am sorry,” she repeated.
“Not a problem,” he said stiffly.
She looked away.
* * *
—
“They’re breaking up!” Eddie hissed to the others. “They’re going straight down the tubes!”
Shit, Frask thought. Zott’s back on the market.
* * *
—
Except Calvin couldn’t let it go. Thirty seconds later, completely oblivious to the dozens of pairs of eyes resting upon them, he said in a voice far louder than he’d intended, “For the love of god, Elizabeth. It’s just a name. It doesn’t matter. You’re you—that’s what matters.”
“I wish that were true.”
“It is true,” he insisted. “What’s in a name? Nothing!”
She looked up with sudden hope. “Nothing? Well in that case, what about changing your name?”
“To what?”
“To mine. To Zott.”
He looked at her in astonishment, then rolled his eyes. “Very funny,” he said.
“Well, why not?” Her voice had an edge.
“You already know why not. Men don’t do that. Anyway, there’s my work, my reputation. I’m…” He hesitated.
“What?”
“I’m…I’m…”
“Say it.”
“Fine. I’m famous, Elizabeth. I can’t just change my name.”
“Oh,” she said. “But if you weren’t famous, then changing your name to mine would be fine. Is that what you mean?”
“Look,” he said, grabbing the small blue box. “I get it. I didn’t make this tradition; it’s just the way things are. When women get married, they take their husband’s name, and ninety-nine point nine percent of them are fine with it.”