​     "Has he said anything yet?" Trevor asked.

     "Not a word. He seems to know what we're all saying, though." That last sentence came out in a tone that said, yes, we understand how unique and odd this child is.

     "What's his name?" Niki asked. 

     Adam and all of Gramps' family gave each other a look.

     "You're telling me you haven't even named him yet?"

     "You name him," Kathy said. "Go ahead. Look him in the eye and tell him his name. Give it a try."

     "Okay, so now you've got me totally confused," Niki said. "It's been a year, but you haven't named him yet, yet you want me to name him, even though this is only the second time I've ever seen him?" 

     "Just name him. I want to show you something."

     "All right. I'll play." Niki got a look at the so very young man who stood before her. For a wild moment, she saw him, not as a baby, but as the opposite, as a very old and wise man.

     "I'll run with Jonathan," she said. "We'll call him Jon."

     The child's face darkened. What felt like waves of fury emanated from him.

     "Shit," Niki said. "What's all that about?"

     "That's not his name," Kathy said. "He doesn't like it when someone doesn't call him by his real name."

     "And what is his real name?"

     "We don't know. We haven't called him by his real name yet. We keep trying."

     "What do you call him, then?"

​     "We call him my son," Adam replied. 

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