“Don’t call me ‘honey’ anymore,” Fanny said. “Okay, ,” Rich said. “I mean it!” she said. “Don’t me ‘honey.’ Don’t call me ‘sugar.’ Don’t call ‘sweetie.’” Rich was confused. “I am confused, darling,” said. “Why can’t I call you ‘honey’? Why ’t I call you ‘sugar’? Why can’t I call ‘sweetie’?” Fanny said, “Because you used to call ex-wife those names. When you call me those , I think of your ex-wife. When I think your ex-wife, I get angry. So don’t make angry.” Rich was still confused. “But what can call you, darling?” Fanny said, “Don’t call me ‘,’ either. Call me Fanny.” “Yes, dear,” said Rich. said, “‘Dear?’ Don’t call me ‘dear,’ either. Call Fanny. My name is Fanny.” Rich said, “I ’t want to call you ‘Fanny’--I want to call something special.”