A tiny bit of trivia

In today's mail, there was an envelope addressed to Jimmy's mother, but it had been sent to our house on Trotter's Way. This has happened before, and I tossed it on the kitchen counter, thinking that I'd take it by to Mrs. Dewar later on. As I did, I noticed a familiar return address on the back, and it dawned on me that it was my letter after all, so I opened it: I was right. It was from my old sorority on Milledge Avenue in Athens, soliciting contributions.

Sometimes I forget that my first name is Dorothy, so that makes me a Dorothy Dewar too, just like Jimmy's mother. And that makes Jimmy and me another James and Dorothy Dewar, just like his parents.