"No. I mean, we are having a boy, but how . . ."
"Not much of a magic trick on my part," I said. "There were only two choices, Michele. I just hit the right one. Maybe I'll go find a roulette wheel."
She laughed, but I held a steady serious look. I didn't want her even to suspect that I had any special powers. I couldn't explain the sharp insight that all my sisters and I possessed. Daddy had told me it was part of what helped us survive the ages. He had told me there were all sorts of visions, and many times, it was wiser to see through your feelings rather than through your eyes. At least, that was true for us.
"We're thinking of naming him Nathaniel," Michele said after a moment of deciding whether to share something so personal with someone she had just met. "That was my paternal grandfather's name."
"That's nice. I prefer older names and not the flavor of the month."
"Now you're sounding more like my grandmother. How old are you?"
