Charles wandered about the dealer room or sat in on a seminar or two the rest of the morning. A lot of people asked him if he was indeed the male slave from Ash House. A few wanted to know about the training program.
The single biggest demonstration of Charles’s notoriety occurred while he and Lillian waited for a table at lunchtime. They sat on a couch in the lobby just outside the restaurant. First, a woman approached them, then a man and woman couple. Before Charles knew it he was holding an informal question and answer session with about ten people gathered around him. Lillian positively beamed at the interest he got. The questions ended only when Charles and Lillian’s names were called for their table.
“Ready for that cubicle of your own now?” Lillian asked. “Or should we put you
