Fathers, in her experience, aren't deserving of much besides perhaps a bitter thought or two on birthdays and holidays. And the idea of including his dad--if he'd had one--in this search for a name is a further discomfort.
Then he laughs and she sits up on an elbow. "What? What've you got for me?"
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Then he laughs and she sits up on an elbow. "What? What've you got for me?"