The worst thing you can say to someone is that you don’t remember meeting them, whereas you can clearly picture the meeting because it meant so much. It was like that with Barbara. At least, I think it was Barbara. It might have been Fiona. Strange thing is, you don’t hear these names much any more. Once upon a time the name Barbara was everywhere. You couldn’t move for Barbaras: Stanwyck, Streisand, Bach, Windsor, Cartland, Woodhouse, Bush. They fell out of the sky. And now where are they? Barbs were ubiquitous, and now they’re almost extinct.
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