She still smiles from time to time, definitely a charming smile, but it’s always limited somehow, a smile that never goes beyond the moment. A high, invisible wall surrounds her, keeping people at arm’s length. She’s always courteous and kind, but her words lack the kind of curiosity and excitement you’d normally expect. Her true feelings remain hidden. Save for when a practical decision has to be made, she never gives her personal opinion about anything. She seldom talks about herself, instead letting others talk, nodding warmly as she listens. Most people, though, start to feel vaguely uneasy when talking to her, as if they suspect they’re wasting her time, trampling on her private, graceful, dignified world. And that impression is, for the most part, correct.