 Golden memories of Cynthia. Yes, that's where I found you, Cynthia. You were the only one in the five and ten cent store who looked like two cents. You worked, Cynthia, at the perfume counter. You sold that new perfume called Hep. Spelled backwards, it was pronounced Teh. Trustworthy, Cynthia. Whenever they took inventory, there you were. Always there. Don't go away. Whenever. No good anyway. Forget about it.