"Woodstock." Laudanum repeated the word, turned it over in her mind until it sparked a memory. "My little brothers went to Woodstock and had such fun. I don't remember where I was then." 1969? Vietnam vets, VA hospitals, the last of her original early-20th-century worshipers dying of old age, the 60s had been very busy for her.
But wait... she examined the girl in front of her. She looked very young, younger than Laudanum herself appeared physically, but if she had been at Woodstock that had to mean that she was special like Laudanum. "I probably haven't made your father's acquaintance, either. I don't keep company with a great deal of gentlemen. So many of them think they can take such liberties with a lady these days! Not that I mean to include your father in that group, of course," she added hastily for fear of offending her new friend.
Lowering her voice a little so that passers-by couldn't hear, she extended a small hand and proceeded to make introductions. "My name is Laudanum. I go by Charlotte sometimes, too. It is a pleasure to meet you."