The Goal“You can’t name him Jonathan,” Tony said. “It’s out of the question.”
“But why? Since when can a mother not name her child?” All Pot women named their children. What could a man possibly have to do with it?
Tony’s face grew serious. “Is he his son?”
What? I laughed at the absurdity, even as a bottomless regret filled me. “Of course not!”
“Then we can’t name him Jonathan,” Tony said. “There are enough rumors out there as it is.” He paused, and his face changed, as if he came to some realization. He sat beside me, smoothing my hair. “You don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?”
“Quadrant-children are named for their parent, or an ancestor.” He kissed my brow. “If you name him Jonathan, no matter what he looks like, people will assume that he’s Jon’s bastard son. It’ll bring the boy no
