“My name is William, but everyone calls me Will. What’s your name?”
The dark-haired looked at his friend embarrassed. He knew that everybody had a name. If he had stayed one day longer, he might have had one to. But he didn’t. And not wanting to lie to his new friend, he told him the truth.
“My master called me boy.”
“Boy?” Will asked curiously.
“Yeah.”
“As your name?”
The boy shrugged his shoulders.
“Did everyone call you that?”
“Yeah, even Hilda.”
“I guess if everyone called you that, it was your name,” Will said with a smile.
Boy had a strange reaction as he watched his new friend smile. His body tingled. He didn’t know what to make of it. Was this what it felt like to have a friend? It must have been. The only friend he had ever had had been Hilda and she felt more like a mot
