Dreadful.
Interestingly (I think!) when my 84 year old Mum was little, she played with a terribly, terribly posh little girl from an aristocratic family who was called San Francisco, she will have been born in the early 1930s. I’ve always thought that was a bold choice. My mum idolised her, she was a bit older than Mum; brave, funny and dazzling. Sadly she died of leukaemia very young, in her early 20s or late teens. Mum lost touch well before then but her own Mum heard on the grapevine.