“But,” Clark adds, a smile playing in his lips, “you have to promise me that we’re going to have a boy. And that we’re going to name him Clark Junior.” “Oh no,” I say. “She’s going to be a girl and she’s going to be Charlotte Junior.” “Hmm,” Clark says. “What about some combination of the two? Clarotte? Oh, I’ve got it—Chark!” “Brilliant!” I laugh.
