Two of Me

Earlier this week, I introduced myself to a woman named Susanne, who's been coming to chapel recently. She told me she had a student named Raisin a few years ago. The other Raisin has big, frizzy hair. I feel a bit odd about this; it's as though I've just become more ordinary. I wonder if the frizzy Raisin gets her name misspelled, too. Folks just can't spell their breakfast cereals anymore.