They were at an impasse: neither of them had been able to suggest a name that the other one hadn't shot down - "Ram" and variations thereof were non-starters, for example - and neither of them was going to give an inch.
"How about Thomas?" Alan asked, stepping into the room.
Unable to get out of her father-in-law's comfy chair with any ease or grace, Amita held Alan's hand and kissed the back of it. "That's brilliant," she said. "The disciple who brought Christianity to India."
Charlie just looked at his father with a slightly horrified expression.
"Actually," Alan said, "he's the one friend I had back in college who I haven't been able to find online."
methinks that my Numb3rs assignment will involve pregnant women.
(Robin-muse is glaring at me)