Short story victory lap.
Hey, I was expecting comic and satiric, a la stories in Everything Abridged, but Chekhovian? Not darker, I thought, but deeper. Nice.
You don't need me to tell you this is great, because you know it's great. But, for your ego, it's effing great.
About halfway through the piece my slow-moving brain put together the Franklin and Francine connection and, because his son was called "Junior," I still hadn't quite connected the generational name passing. That therefore made this line -- "For the first time, it hit Franklin that she might be named after Junior instead of him." -- the most resonant of the piece.