“Oh, yes, Raylene. I should have called her by now,” Richard mumbled when he saw Raylene's photo on his phone screen. He picked up the phone and answered.

“I’m just done eating. And you? Are you done with that pizza of yours?” he asked in relief at hearing her voice. Whenever they went out to eat casually, Richard preferred a hamburger and Raylene chose Pizza. It was a welcome diversion from all the formal dinners which they were obliged to have at the palace. ...