Excitedly, the blond whose presence and hospitality Doreen could yet understand plucked her left arm with a jollity and passed hers through the bow that was made between Doreen’s arm and her body. Doreen blinked in perplexity, raking her mind, desperately trying to make a connection, to find out who this stranger was, to pull together this encounter with something familiar. It came like a vague wind and disappeared just as soon as it had come. She could sense something but just couldn’t place her mind on it. The lady chattered on even as they entered the familiar spaces of the house and peering around to take in the surroundings. Few words filtered through Doreen’s shock from the continuous rambling.