Que Va!

I worked all day on an expensive grand piano in Evanston.  The owner of the piano had an exotic bird perched on his shoulder when he greeted me. Around the middle of the day the bird started screeching Eva, Eva , Eva. This went on for about an hour.  Now Eva is the name of my niece in Minnesota.  So I started thinking about my niece.   But she pronounces her name with a long e as in evening, whereas the bird had more of a Spanish pronunciation, like Eva Gardener.   Then I thought, maybe the bird is talking in Spanish and is saying “Que Va” which means No Way.  Undeterred by the birds doubtful shrieks, I finished regulating the piano and the customer was delighted with the results.  And my niece was happy to hear that I was thinking about her.