“What am I gonna call you? If you’re gonna be hanging around, you need to have a name.” He peered up at me, his little onyx eyes narrowed to slits, eyelids slowly blinking so that I could make out every single one of his tiny white eyelashes. “What do you think about Onyx?” I asked him. He closed his eyes and didn’t open them again for a long time, which I took to be a sign of approval.
