Fancy smiled. Charlie's question made perfect sense to her, that he should be interested in someone closer to his own age. She wondered if they were very different, young people in America compared to those in France?
"She is..." Fancy began in French, "quiet. She rarely cried as an infant. I was terribly worried something was wrong with her. But it was just her way. She was never very interested in exploring the world around her, she'd rather stay in her own little corner and play or brood by herself. She seems to always be thinking something, you can see the wheels turning in her head when you look at her. Fancy stood and went over to her dresser to bring back a photo of her daughter for Charlie to see. She handed it to him before sitting back down.
"She's very head strong. She does things in her own way and her own time, you don't rush her."