[ Amelie isn't preturbed by the way he avoids her touch. To her, he's the image of a cheshire cat --- face split by a horrendous grin, and yet, so enticing to try and touch with it's soft fur.

She let it alone. ]

Perhaps.

I dreamt of being première danseuse in my company.

How you work your whole life to be something---only to find you're better at something else.

You're right. It is freeing.