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Coffee with Dublin Gwen.
"You're going bald," quoth she.
"Whaaaaaat?"
"Oh go on James. You knew you were going bald."
"I was in denial."
"You're going bald alright. You're growing a nice little Pope's hat up there."
The mention of the Pope led her to a personal attack on a Pope she knew I liked, ie the ousted one, Benedict.
"You always liked him," she mused. "But Francis is showing us the way. Francis won't let this mafia stuff go on in the Vatican bank."
I lowered my head onto the table.
"Tell it to the bald patch Gwenny," I intoned. "Because the rest of me ain't listening."
Later the same day, I met up with Miss Korea in the same café.
"Gwen says I'm going bald," I told her.
"Oh," said Miss Korea inscrutably.
"She says I'm growing a Pope's hat."
"Show me," commands Miss Korea.
I lower the cranium onto the table.
Miss Korea examines it expertly.
"You no Pope," she proclaims. "Your bald patch red. You Cardinal."