Richard had settled into a seat with his left leg outstretched painfully before him. It was getting better, but by the end of the day, it still ached. He’d kept his head down after his apology, hoping and wanting people to forget his embarrassing apology. Next, he knew a hand was lifting his leg, and a small footstool slid under it. He looked up and realized his mother had done this. So he gave her an appreciative smile. “Thanks, Mom.” Aricka’s relatives were pretending not to watch what was happening, but they were failing miserably. “Well, I guess this is the last night we’ll be calling you Richard. In the morning, it’s going to be Maximillion Wolversen.” Gregory was joking when he informed everyone in the room.  
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