"No, it doesn't," Wrigley's said with a sigh. "And I think my name is Wrigley's. Wrigley's Chewing Gum. It was written on a scrap of paper that I managed to keep with me, so it must be important."

It had not fallen out of her purse with the rest of the junk that she had lost.

"I want to be friends, too," she said, smiling warmly at the other girl. It had been enough time for another mood swing, apparently. "Maybe your name will ring a bell for me? What is it?"