Agnes

The girl-Agnes-nodded, shyly, and exited the office quickly, anxious for an escape, closing the door behind her. Alfie readjusted himself on the chair, facing him again, scratching his beard as he hummed to himself. "Agnes," he paused, apparently savoring the name rolling off of his lips. "Do you know what it means?" "No, Alfie, I don't fucking know what her name means."