“Could you call me by my first name once in a while? It sounds so formal to be called Sire and My Lord all the time.”
“Oh… Well, according to the contract, to show proper respect, I need to—”
“I know what the contract says, but when we’re just hanging out together, could you call me Charles? It would make me feel more comfortable.”
“I see. I suppose, if it makes you feel more comfortable, I won’t address you all the time in such a formal manner, My Lord.”
“You mean, Charles. My name is Charles, Cassandra.”
Cassandra chuckled.
“Yes, of course, Charles.”
I remembered I had eaten with my mother, but Cassandra hadn’t eaten anything in three or four hours. I asked her if she was hungry. She said she might be hungry a little later. Since I had virtually no food left in the refrigerator or
