My wife looked at me with a big question mark on her face. I gathered all courage and said, ‘Listen. Don’t get upset after I tell you what I have ...n mind. I am suggesting the name of our own dear son’. My wife was red with anger. She said, ‘What nonsense? Our son? How can you expect a son have sex with his own mother – incest? You are out of your mind. I will never agree to this’. I calmly said, ‘Look, darling, he is grown up into an adult and is healthy. I have seen him watching you intently. "At least not here. I probably have a home number for him at the office but I don't carry things like that with me." Sorry," I muttered."Ben, I told you the truth," she continued, looking directly at me. "Outside of the office, I have not spent a moment with Paul Scarborough in 15 years. I do not know where he lives unless it is the same shitty apartment he had when he was a new patrolman. I do not have a phone number for him or an e-mail address. I do not want either and I would tell him that. ’ Still not sure, she asked, ‘How long can we afford to stay here?’ ‘I’ve paid for two weeks and there’s enough for another week after that, just in case.’ Taking her chin in his hand and looking into her eyes, he said playfully, ‘I know how you tend to worry, so I made sure there would be a little extra.’ She still wasn’t sure, but Henry was, so she smiled and told herself that he was right and everything would be fine. Shrugging into his coat, he said, ‘Why don’t you unpack, while I go out. Milton held out his hand for me to shake. ‘I look forward to working with you, Professor Berner.’ For the first time in my life, I felt like I deserved that title. Professor. I stood up, took his hand, and gave it a firm shake. ‘Same, Dr. Milton.’ Milton departed with a curt nod, leaving me to bask in his pride. As I started packing up the things in my cubicle (I would be getting my own private office when I returned in the fall), my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a text from Vicky. ‘How did.