After 12 years, I found out her name is really, Gwendolyn

It's been a dozen years we've been friends. 

This afternoon, we met at a local restaurant for an early dinner to avoid the crowds.

We talk about anything and everything. 

Sometimes we tell the same stories, but they are good stories, so it's okay. 

I've heard the one about her mom sneaking an enema and ruining her brother's white carpets a few times. 

The most ironic part of that story was when the mom said it was by my friend's permission that she used enemas. So, the brother blamed her.

Today that particular story led into that her brother would never speak to her again, even disown her if he knew they had different fathers. He was a deacon in his church and didn't believe in adultery is what my friend said.

She did not find out they had different dads from her mother, but the FBI.

Back in college, she was trying to start a career with them and it was a lengthy process of classes, tests and interviews she kept passing over and over again. Maybe it was a year or so later, they totally stopped everything. She had been doing so well and enquired what had happened. They informed her it was her birth certificate and personal papers not matching fingerprints and so on. 

She was so confused and finally, somehow, was allowed to see this birth certificate they had found on her, thinking she was some kind of spy or something. 

A name she had never heard of, a father she had never known.

The mother did tell her all about it near her dying day, but it was the FBI who told her first.

Her birth name was Gwendolyn.

Perfect name for a spy. Perfect name for a witch. Perfect name for my friend.