“What’s her name? Claire, what’s her name?”
“What’s your name, then?”Tessa looked at him in disbelief. “What’s my name?”“Don’t you know it?”
“Shakespeare asked what’s in a name. Well, each of my clones won’t be named the same as me, but they’ll be me and just as sweet.”
“If I had a street named after me, I’d carry that around instead of a driver’s license for ID. You are what’s named after you.”
“And you know, that’s another reason I named her Coco. Because to me, chocolate is about indulging in things that give you pleasure. And what’s the point of life if you can’t find joy?”
“What’s your name?”“What do you want it to be?”“Are you a vampire?”“Not the last time I checked.”