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“A letter from the great-grandson.�� He shakes his head sadly. “Sweet boy, but I don’t know how he’s going to make it through school with that name. Eustace .��

“Maybe he’ll go by a nickname,�� I offer, but Ernie isn’t going for it. “What sort of nickname? Eu? Stace?�� He folds the letter and gingerly sets it on the coffee table in front of him. “Ah, well. His mother says she labored with him for two and a half days, so he deserves it.”
― Sarah Everett, Some Other Now