Peggy lets out a wry sound that might be a laugh, but also might be the years-late accusatory sounds a daughter might give to her mother. "When I was in my early teens, my mother was still under the impression that I might turn into a proper young woman, so she enrolled me in quite the number of dance classes. Unfortunately for her," Peggy says with the dark smile of a girl who got her way, "I was lucky enough that a war broke out and prevented my waltzing for future decades," she says, but remembers enough that she can dance without embarrassing herself.

"Before, I suppose I was waiting for the right partner, but if I did that, when would I ever dance?" she points out.