“Webster Grant.” We shook. Chelsea Baldwin entered the classroom. Her face lit up when she saw Derek, but there were no empty chairs left near him. “That’s a great name,” I said to Webster Grant. “Sure, if you like being named after a dictionary and a president. But it could have been worse—at least I’m not Random House Obama.” I laughed and he nodded approvingly. “She has a sense of humor. So what’s your name?” “Elise Benton.” “I have no jokes for that one. Not yet anyway.” He studied me thoughtfully.
