Frank was slow in following, but he understood. He shook his head. This girl was taller--but would Lisa have been this tall in a year or two?--and lighter skinned and obviously her hair was shorter. But she was just about the right age. He'd seen her smiling, looking at the shops, and he'd been heartsick about it.

"Different," he said, showing more of his lack of practice. "Close. I'm Frank."