The girl eyed this new person with intensity, like she was trying to figure out if she liked her or not. She had not made a decision yet. So, she wiggled around a little until she'd gotten her patton leather mary janes up on the bench and stretched out her legs. One of the straps was undone from all her playing. Menelaus tried to dress her up like a little girl, and sometimes she just destroyed everything she had on. "I am. I liked Boston better." All her little friends were there, and the girl was homesick. She had made new ones, but they'd lived there for the entirety of her short life. Change was always difficult for any child to get used to.
"Daddy seems to like it though." She tilted her head upright to look at him and then back to Helen. She squinted her eyes again. "He's never mentioned you before," as if she were an expert on her dad's life. Her eyes suddenly went wide. "You knew him before me?" and she gasped.