Born in Marseille. Interesting. Eloise enjoyed coincidence; it was often very entertaining.
"We went every Christmas, yes. And some summers," she told him easily, pausing. It was strange. Whatever time she had spent alone in the city was so unclear -- like a looping video of static she could only perceive strange shapes in, ones that may or may not be related to any cognitive function of her own. But Marseille, and her years in school, her family; all of this was so sharp in Ellie's mind that it often seemed more real than what she experienced now. "She said I should "sleep in my roots". Sometimes maybe I dream in French."
"Keep on trucking," Ellie repeated, somewhat amused.