“You don’t have to treat them like they’re visiting royalty,” I muttered to my mother as we approached the entrance of the main prison building. “They’re just people.” “I’m treating them like they’re people. They aren’t props, Cecilia. You can’t just order them to show up and expect the rest to take care of itself. But don’t worry, keep up the attitude and no amount of convincing will make them like you. Be exactly what they were expecting, if that makes you happy.”
