“What do you think we should name it?” Court asked.
The question dragged Ronnie from his thoughts. “Name what?”
“The baby.” As if they’d been talking about it all along. Well, in a way, hadn’t they?
Ronnie shrugged. “Don’t know, don’t care. It isn’t mine.”
“Maybe Adam,” Court suggested, “like in the Bible. First man and all that. Oh, wait, we already have an Adam. Maybe Eve.”
A faint line of consternation creased Ronnie’s brow. Ronnie hated idle chatter, and sometimes Court talked just to hear the sound of his own voice. “What if it’s a boy?”
Court thought a moment. “Adam version 2. No, Evel. How’s that? Like Evel Knievel.”
“Like evilas in bad,” Ronnie pointed out. “Somehow I don’t think the mother will go for that.”