Mrs Chief and I have had a rough couple months. Her brother died, leaving his pregnant wife alone, ready to have their first child. She soon went into the hospital, and wouldn't you know it...twins! A boy and a girl. They had planned on having Mrs Chief's brother name their child, but since he was gone, she asked if I would step in, and name their newborn twins. I was hesitant...but she insisted. So I went home, gave it much thought, and finally decided on the names. After telling the nursing staff what to put on the birth certificate applications, I went to her room. "Well," she exclaimed. "I'm exited! What is my daughter's name?" "Denise," I said. "I love it! she exclaimed. "And how about my son??" "De Nephew."