"You are, at least in appearance, an adult at this point -- I suppose you could start calling me Olivia." His reaction was altogether too amusing, and she was glad she had decided to come over and pester him a little. She had bothered to go to each of the family funerals, but she had stayed to the back and had been heavily hooded. People of all sorts had attended, she was sure, and there was no reason to attract anyone's attentions unless completely necessary. But she had respected Archie's father, and there were so few things left in her soul that she felt were important.
She took a slow sip of her drink. "And your name -- it starts with an ... A, I believe. Am I right?" Making small-talk by the message-board seemed a bit silly, but she was genuinely curious as to how this particular child had turned out. Little ones who talked to a voice only they could hear were always bound to make interesting teenagers and even more interesting adults.