R floated it one evening, sweetly, as an experiment. Anthony is a mouthful, and Tony was sitting right there.
A was Tony as a small boy. The name belongs to a grandfather, a kitchen and a version of him that never got a vote. He told her she could use it. He also told her he would not like it. In this house that is a no.
She withdrew it on the spot. The whole point of a name is that the person comes when you call.
Anthony, said slowly, turns out to be worth every extra syllable.