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Frilly was 16, and Andre Rieu was 30, that's 14 years difference.

Frilly was still premature and a child on the inside, and it made her very happy and radiated and very healthy, indeed. She was mature in some ways.

Andre Rieu was already experienced in life, too. In some ways, he was like Joanna, who wasn't. Life was waiting for them. Joanna was his wife, and they had a beautiful girl named Crystal who was 12. Some girls were very jealous of Joanna getting everything, while sometimes people eyed Crystal who would flee into the distance and disappear, like a fairy princess.

Frilly, on the other hand had no problems with Joanna and loved Crystal and needed her in her life to make it happy and beautiful and worth living, as all the other people she knew in the orchestra were older. Otherwise, she was a stranger to life.

Frilly and Andre Rieu were basically siblings, but he was so much older he was her dad. Parents sorta disappeared, but Frilly wasn't attached to her parents like people like Joanna were.

Frilly was a lot like Crystal. Both matched their beautiful, bold names, readily, though each were thinking differently.

Frilly worked hard to do things like shovel snow in fine areas and plow it in big areas. She also played her violin.

Her confusion was a point of interest. She explained to Andre how hard it was to serve people and meet their needs, as she was a sorta servant to the orchestra and Joanna. She, as always, did a great job.

They were in the room, and he pulled her on his knee sitting inward, age 16 and small like the littlest of girls. He hugged her and told her to cry to feel it better, an exercise she did once for the theater with the older women of the orchestra and Joanna. She didn't want to do it.

He rubbed her and asked hypnotically to her if Joanna was bothering her, and she thought of her own question to most other women and she hugged him and got close to him and denied it.

She set sleepily and spoke of her wonder of the past and the future and looked up at him forlornly and faintly.

She broke the silence once more asking if she could do anything to help him, and he could tell she was going to cry, as the answer was probably no. It was a common thing for little siblings to wonder if they can help and fixate their obsession on it. Helping might mean working when people are frustrated or as they say in modern times "stressed out" or used to.