"Peter," Frannie replied, looking between Joan and the sleeping baby and willing the tears to not fill her eyes. She'd cried enough over the loss of her father. "I think he'd like having a little namesake running around. No middle name, though."

She wasn't kitschy enough to saddle him with something like 'survival' or 'triumph' and there was no way she was giving him Jesse's name, either. One name would suit him just fine.