Her father calls it chatter, that rapid-fire stream of consciousness that erupts from her at a moment's notice. Her friends merely call her, for she knows everything and everyone, and she pushes her short curls behind her ears and leans forward, placing her hands on the forearms of the person, and lets fly with her knowledge, delivered in squeals, whispers, shrieks and the most solemn tone she can evoke. She is a blithe spirit, full of joy, and bouncing through life, infected with a glorious voice, and a firecracker of a laugh.