“Tell you another thing that’s wrong over here,” Neil went on, waving his fork slightly. “Look at the way everything’s being handed to your stepmother first. Back home it’d be handed to mother.” “Don’t you care to be polite to the guest?” I said. Dear me, what a superior little horror I must have sounded. “But it is polite — it’s a lot more considerate, anyway. Because the hostess can always show you what to do with the food — if you turn out soup on your plate or take a whole one of anything — don’t you see what I mean?” I saw very clearly and I did think it a wonderfully good idea.
This is actually pretty genius.
