The old woman leaned forward and squinted dangerously at the elavator operator.

“I thought I told you my name was Katherine Hepburn!” She sneered and turned away, hobbling down the hallway as the elevator doors closed.

Zooey burst into a fit of muffled laughter.

“Up we go then,” the man said.

“What’s your name?” Zooey asked him curiously.

“Oh,” he said curiously, “My name is Archibald Huntington. Archie for short. I’ve never seen you here before, if you don’t mind me saying. I never see young people in this building except for Mr. Reid here.”

“My name is Zooey. Zooey Jean Jeanie Stardust. I”m a friend of Reid’s,” Zooey said.

“You have an unusual name, Miss Stardust,” Archie said.

“Yeah, well, my parents were real big David Bowie fans, they tried to cram as much of him into my name as possible. Did you know David Bowie had a son named Zowie? My sister was named after old musicians too,” Zooey said.

“I always liked that Bowie chap,” Archie said happily.