In the cafe of not just any food and clothing high street store, I buy a coffee and a slice of carrot cake on a tray. The lady who serves me has short hair and a branded baseball cap on which she rests a pair of glasses. Her eyes are friendly and her teeth are characterful.
When I ask my question she leans back with a twinkle. 'Am I allowed to know yours?' I ask. She tells me. I find myself asking if she was named after the Queen. 'It's a family name', she replies, 'it was my mother's middle name, it's both my daughters' middle name, my grandmother's, my grand-daughter's'. The list may have gone on, but I had paid and there were other things to attend to.
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