“Please don’t address me as ‘Miss Florence,’ Mr. Boudreau. This tradition is intended to indicate familial fondness coupled with social formality. That is not our situation.” He makes a sucking sound and lifts a ring of keys from a peg on the wall, his solitary eye focusing on me like the point of a spear. “Coming, Miss Milton? It is Miss Milton, isn’t it? I’m pretty sure I got that right, didn’t I?”
