CHAPTER 37
“Do you like the meatloaf, dear?” Connie asked at lunch the next day.
Kennedy nodded, even though her appetite had completely deserted her after her dad sent her such a depressing news link. Secretary Hamilton was unable to meet with North Korea’s top leadership like she’d been promised. Instead, she’d been driven around Pyongyang with petty officers who lacked the authority to do anything but serve as glorified tour guides.
“You really should eat more,” Connie insisted.
The food wasn’t bad, although it might have been more palatable if Grandma Lucy hadn’t taken such a long time praying before their meal that everything went cold. Oh, well. Kennedy’s appetite had been poor all semester. She hated going to the school cafeteria, seeing all the leftover waste and excess that on
