Alex
I knew something was fishy when I saw the staff setting up the formal dining room. We never bothered with the enormous table when it was just me, Daddy and Grandma. My suspicions were confirmed when grandma made me dress up in a white shirt with long sleeves, buttons and a collar.
“We have special guests tonight,” Grandma said with a big smile. “So I want you to be on your best behavior!”
Uhoh.
I’d heard this spiel before.
I thought about refusing. If I dug my heels in and threatened to throw a tantrum, Grandma would let me eat in the kitchen with the workers. But if I ate in the kitchen, I wouldn’t be able to keep tabs on these so-called “special visitors.”
So I pretended to be quiet and docile while grandma washed my face and tried to tame my hair with a wet comb. It didn’t w
