I look at the rocks and curl my lip. She pulls on my hand, yanking my whole arm. “Come on, princess, we’re doing this. We don’t have any other options.” With painful dignity, I mutter, “If my translation device is right, and referring to me as princess means you think I’m a self-important, temperamental person with superior tastes and a peculiar difficulty to be pleased; then you’re correct, and I take no offense.”
