My other sisters had interesting names. There was Francie, that was Frances, and though she wore slacks and my father seemed angry with her, I thought she was some relation to Saint Francis, who, I believed, kept animals in his pocket and took them out and licked them, the way Francie licked a blackball or acid drop, for pure love.
... Like Frances here, that's one of the first places I went to. ...
... And I looked like Frances so it's a recommendation for me. ...