My eyes go straight to the money on the table. Right there, in the kitchen, a couple centimeters from the fruit bowl and the huge cookie jar. My sisters kids are watching TV.
The mother told the boy that after his birth, names flew through her head: Typhus, Suffering, Beast. But she told Adam to name his child, like hed named the first one, the girl, Ellie. He decided on Matthew, which seemed unlikely to offend.