"Is Saturday family day at Camp Cupcake?"
The little girl said as she hopped circles around her granny.
Camp Cupcake, I thought, how cute!
Must be some lil summer program she's in.
"Camp Cupcake," her granny said to me, "women's prison. Don't worry it was white collar crime."
She turned to the girl, "And, no, family day is not this weekend."
The little girl quit hoppin'. I felt the smile drain from my face.
Granny answered questions I never asked.
She could've let us keep our illusions.