Before I left for the marathon, I was waiting with the bags at LaGuardia Airport while Alo was getting the boarding passes. A lady with a dog like Sona came and stood near me. She said to me, “Do you want to have one?”

I said, “No, I have two. Just half an hour ago I was with them. I was thinking of them.”

She said, “You are looking so affectionately at my Gloria.”

The dog’s name was Gloria — like Malati’s name, Gloria.

RB 680. 24 January 1983