"Where did all this happen?" Solomon asked.
"In Bloomfield Hills. In Michigan."
"Yeah? Next you'll tell me you're from Utica. Utica, New York."
"I am," Utica said.
"You're from Utica?"
"Yes. I was born there," Utica said, facing the fishbowl again. "My mom died giving birth to me. My father loved the place, Utica, I mean. He named me after the city where he had met my mom. It was his way of remembering her. Never made much sense to me. My father never remarried. We, that is my father and I, moved away from Utica when my dad got a job with Clement in Bloomfield Hills, yeah, that’s a rich suburb of Detroit, that's in Michigan, not Manhattan. Now it's your turn, why did your parents name you Solomon?"
"I was named after my maternal grandfather."
“Heavy and religious. You know, there’s
