She was not at all awkward or uncomfortable; it was as though she had been expecting all her life that Cousin Charles would come, as though she had planned exactly what to do and say, almost as though in the house of her life there had always been a room kept for Cousin Charles. He stood up and came closer to me. "That's a handsome cat," he said. "Does it have a name?" Jonas and I looked at him and then I thought that Jonas's name might be the safest thing to speak to him first