How come two of the most important women in my life are both called Louise and are in utterly different generations? A strange coincidence. One’s my ex and one’s my little cousin. I love both of them dearly, yet only one of them wants to talk to me. And she’s only interested in Barbie and the tooth fairy.
I’ll leave it up to you as to which one that is. The other seems to be living in an ever weirder fantasy land.
