the steve with no name (part 2)

"how does a 35 year old man get to that age with absolutely no recollection as to what his name might be?"

this was not an uncommon (nor seemingly unreasonable) question put to steve.

the answer was of course long and tedious, and steve had long since carved out the niche response of suddenly pretending to be asleep whenever posed with it - at least until the offending asker had got bored of looking at him with shut eyes or got confused and wandered off to make coffee or something.

the long and short of it all had tragically begun with his parents untimely death, which steve had sort of been a little bit responsible for.

as he had been home schooled until the age of 10 and had little-to-no contact with the outside world, the nature of him having a name that other people could call him had never really come up before.

'son', 'you' or 'boy' were the most common nouns garnered for gaining his attention, but despite their jobs writing romantic fiction for women's magazines, even steve found it hard to believe his parents would have had such little imagination as to call their only son something so nondescript as "you".