Four names, and none of them left out.
Flat panels spread along a bold paperclip chain, one for each person, so nobody shares a space and nobody gets squeezed into a corner. When you rest your hand on your chest during a long day, your fingers land on them one at a time. It layers well, and it wears alone with more weight than a single name ever could.
Everyone you would call first, worn in the order you would call them.
