She was grateful for the reassurance of Tatie's strong, enveloping brown arms which held her when she needed comforting, and she relished her friendship with Tatie's grandson, feisty and streetwise Charles, who called her dumb old Elizabeth but didn't mean it, and who taught her to take risks.
She was grateful for the reassurance of Tatie's strong, enveloping brown arms when she needed comfort. She cherished her friendship with Tatie's grandson, spirited and streetwise Charles, who called her dim-witted old Elizabeth but didn't mean it, and who taught her to take risks.