She should be saying thank you right now. An aunt she didn't even know was feeding her cake and answering her questions and offering to take out even more time to introduce her to other people. That was way more generous than Clio needed to be— it was more generous than any of the aunts and uncles Rosario had grown up with had ever been.
Say thank you, m'ija, Rosario could practically hear Ma's voice in her ear prompting, like she'd done when Rosario was a little kid. Ma had always been strict about manners. Just say thank you.
But the uncertainty held her fast. It was crazy generous. Why was Clio being this generous? "Just because I'm Apollo's kid?"