Marie was always placed in the middle until suddenly ushered to be in front. And when often mistaken for others rather lonely, being a first, would it become; but in the end ultimately determined it was an affront not meant to be unjust. Maybe it was a clever thing that was received, a gift to make people always fondly think of another, from givers that never felt a need to think of it any further.
You call me Mary or Maria, or remember my name when it turns out your sisters middle is one and the same.