CHAPTER 38
Even though I’m in a jail cell in the heart of North Korea, my brain isn’t at all surprised to find myself sitting down in Grandma Lucy’s dining room for a cup of tea.
She pours the drinks herself and passes me one of her dainty flower teacups.
“So tell me, Ian, what’s it like in prison?”
It’s as natural as if I were a little boy who just came home from school and she’s asking me about my day.
“It’s not too bad,” I tell her. “I think I’ll probably have some blisters on my hands when I wake up, and my back’s going to be pretty sore, but other than that, it’s all right.” I may as well have just told her that my teacher smells like old lady perfume and she doesn’t do voices when she reads the books out loud, but otherwise third grade’s not half bad.
“Are you making any friend
