Scorched pans were soaking in the sink. A black banana peel was draped casually across an empty cereal box. Taking a single breath was enough to inform Benjamin that the trash had lingered too long in the kitchen, and the stovetop gave ample evidence of cooking experiments gone wrong. 4 Benjamin braced himself before opening the refrigerator door, but the sight and scent of its interior still sent him reeling. A closer investigation revealed a drawer filled with decaying salad greens, probably those that their mother had purchased and placed there a month ago. Two or three dishes held remnants of earlier dinners; much earlier, judging by their frosting of mold. Finally, Benjamin unearthed a jar of grape jelly from the back of the refrigerator.
5 He knew it would be too much to expectto find a slice of fresh bread, so he inspected the cabinet shelf that customarily held crackers. Instead of two or three boxes, he found one plastic wrapper containing two diminutive crackers. He had determined that he would have peanut butter and jelly on crackers, but when he opened the peanut butter jar, he discovered that was empty. In fact, it was so empty that its interior looked almost polished. Sighing, he returned the jelly to the refrigerator and resigned himself to a breakfast of two crackers.
6 From upstairs he could hear the clattering of feet hurrying down the hallway. "Devon and Damon trying to make a break for it," he thought, shaking his head. They would have been wiser to leave at dawn. As they started down the stairs, their mother's voice rose over the noise of their departure, calling to them to wait and have breakfast with her.
7 "Can't, Mom! We're already late!" called Devon, and they resumed their hurried escape, bursting into the kitchen and heading for the back door. They were not quick enough, however. They had opened the door and gotten partway across the patio when their mother's voice stopped them in their tracks. Even though the morning was already hot, her words had an arctic chill.
8"Come in here, gentlemen," she called in a deceptively gentle tone. "We need to talk." They walked slowly back into the kitchen, headsdown, shoulders slumped. Benjamin grinned and settled onto the one clean chair he could find. He didn't want to miss a moment of their encounter.

What does Devon and Damon's interaction with their mother show?

A. They obey her commands .
B. She is amused by their behavior.
C. She enjoys their company.
D. They expect her to be understanding .