There are some secrets that must always remain unspoken and unacknowledged. Argyle kept one of those secrets himself. He wondered why his mother hadn’t kept it as well.
Other kids, lucky kids, were named Ted and Todd and Billy, yet Argyle was named Argyle. His birth certificate proved it.
When he asked his mother why this was, during a fit of adolescent angst, she explained. ‘I met your father in a bar. I had my cutest outfit on. Short woolen skirt and long argyle socks. Good Catholic schoolgirl, I was.’
Then she nodded, wistfully, and Argyle left to gag elsewhere.