I am really taken aback from all this!  "You look quite young ...may I ask?" Angelita's smile softens, as her forehead furrows up ever so slightly, as if she's embarrassed to say, "I'm ten."  It just slips out, "You're ten what?"   "Ten years old."  It is the answer I hear ...and which I fear.  Angelita seems desperate, as if she wants me to understand, for anyone to understand, "It all happened when Mom went to college.  She told me all about it a couple of years ago, just before I got married."