What’s in a Name?

My pilates teacher calls me “Angela.” It took me a while to figure out she was talking to me and now it’s too late to tell her my real name. Actually, I’m starting to like it. I think I’ll change my name to Angela Chantalle and move to Toulouse and raise dairy goats with a border collie named Spike, my own lake, and three geese named Athos, Aramis and Porthos. There will be a vineyard nearby, cared for by a one-eyed man with a mysterious past. I’ll name my lake Eustancia. I’ve always wanted a lake named Eustancia. I’ll concoct delicate herb cheeses and sell them to Europe’s finest restaurants and cultivate a reputation for eccentricity. Do drop in if you’re in the neighborhood!

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