On a bench in the crowded front yard of a bar in the arches underneath a station, I sit next to the fiancee of a friend of a friend. She has wavy blonde hair and seems tall. She works in television and we talk about the novel she is trying to write.
On leaving I ask my question. Her groom-to-be reminds her of the second part. It is the name she chose at her confirmation. 'After St Anne', she says, 'God, I'm so boring'.
(St Anne was the mother of Mary and thus grandmother of Jesus according to the Apocraphal New Testament. She also lends her name to a beach resort and spa in the Seychelles which is, according to its website 'an island of dreams and sensual pleasures'.)
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