"A can-l girl?" Andrea frowned.
I leaned back. " 'Can I fetch you your food,
Your Majesty? Can I tell you how strong and
mighty you are, Your Majesty? Can I pick out
your fleas, Your Majesty? Can I kiss your ass,
Your Majesty? Can I. .."
It dawned on me that Raphael was sitting very
still. Frozen, like a statue, his gaze fixed on the
point above my head.
"He's standing behind me, isn't he?"
Andrea nodded slowly.
"Technically it should be 'may 1," Curran said,
his voice deeper than I remembered. "Since
you're asking permission.