“Is your name really Wolf, Wolf?”
“No, Minnie. Wolf was my dog’s name. I loved that dog, so when he died, I took his name.”
“When you grew up, what was your name?”
“Cokie.”
“How come?”
“Who knows? My family still calls me Cokie. We all had nicknames: Dewey, Rompy, Muzzy, Petey, Jobert and the Village Idiot.”
“Did your mother call you Cokie? Or your real name?”
“No, she called me Kelly Jean.”
“Where did that come from?”
“She liked that name. She was Irish.”
“And what was her name?”
“Mary. All of her sisters had the same name. There were 4 girls: Mary Ellen, Mary Adele, Mary Irene and Mary Alice. But she pretended her name was Barbara. I would put on her dresses and high heeled shoes and she would talk in a little girl’s voice, and we would laugh ourselves silly. Barbara and Kelly Jean, quite a pair.”
“Were you her favorite?”
“We were all her favorites.”
“Even the Village Idiot?”
“Oh yeah. The VI, as I like to call her, is just as crazy as I am. I love that idiot.”
“So, Kelly Jean, Wolf, Cokie or whatever your name is, what do people at work call you?”
“Crazy lady, Miss Carol, and Cougar.”
“Which do you prefer?”
“Wolf, Minnie. I loved that dog.”
“His name was really Wolf?”
“Actually it was Charles Barkley, but he liked to be called Wolf.”
Wolf