Fancy followed Charlie over to his seat and ran her fingers through his hear to straighten out the strands that had been displaced by the summer breeze on their way over.
She wrinkled her nose at Charlie's latter suggestion of a name. She liked calling him Charlie, would miss it. It was a nice name with a nice sound to it.
"I thought you were going to pass him off as your grandson." She questioned Marie, once she had taken her coat back from Charlie and gone over to her.