“You could call us more often, though. We know you’re busy with the school year, but we miss your voice.” “And we are getting quite old,” Alfred added. Annette’s hunch reappeared. “Also feeble.” “Quite, quite feeble.” He raised his voice. “Rogers, my cane!” The butler hovered near the door. “Sir, you don’t own a cane.” “Then find me one.” Alfred nodded in gratitude. “Thank you, Rogers.”
