I story I published in Medium begins:
A: How are you?
B [B is a sensible man with close-cropped hair and wearing a white collar shirt]: Who is it that asks, “How are you?”
A: A. I think you remember me.
B:I do. And who are you, A?
A[slightly annoyed]: “Who am I?” Come on now, what do you mean: “Who am I?” I’m right here; I’m me!
B: I know your name and I do remember you, A. But whatare you? What is it that goes by the name “A”?
You can read the rest of the story here.
