Fern learned just today that her friend’s dad is named “Jeff.”
Even before this she’s already been convinced that this particular friend — a new one — is imbued with magic because she makes school feel fun instead of SAD SAD SAD.
Now, though, she knows three people named “Jeff.”
Apparently, even though she knows two Jacks and two Evans and two Rubys, the concept of three people with the same name is, well, miraculous.
“His name is Jeff??? Like the cook? And the Wiggle?” (The “cook” owns the best Sichuan restaurant in the city. The Wiggle is the narcoleptic member of the Australian singing group of the same name.)
“But… I don’t know three of anybody!”