Helen, on the other hand, is almost oblivious Sarah’s reaction. She’s part-lost on the thought of her father that she’s never known, going off on a tangent of wonder; and half-excited on seeing Sarah’s skills as she draws her.

She laughs a little and nods at the question.

“Yup. Fletcher.” She confirms. “I never call him that, just Fletch. My mom calls him Fletcher from time to time, but I think it’s when she’s annoyed or something. Like… when someone uses your real name and you know you’re in big trouble?”
Something like that, anyway.

She looks over at Sarah and tilts her head to the side curiously at Sarah’s closer examination of her, part of her thinking there’s something more. “Why’d you ask?” she asks gently with a slight frown.