at snakes and worms from the way she scowled at that
plate, and Mr. Finicky duplicated his twin's sour
expression of distaste.
Honestly, I felt kind of sorry for Momma, who
had tried so hard to bring us up a really good hot
meal, and messed up her own meal in the process,
making herself look silly in front of the guests, too.
And now those two weren't going to eat anything!
After three hours of complaining, and telling us how
hungry they were! Kids!
The egghead across the way closed his eyes to
savor the delight of having something different:
deliciously prepared food, and not the hasty picnic
junk thrown together in a hurry before six o'clock in
the morning. Although to be fair to the grandmother,
she didn't ever forget us. She must have had to get up
in the dark to beat the chef and the maids into the
kitchen.
Chris then did something that really shocked me.
He knew better than to stab into a huge slice of white
turkey meat and shove the whole slice into his mouth!
What was the matter with him?
"Don't eat like that, Chris. It sets a bad example
for you- know-who."
"They aren't watching me," he said with a
mouthful, "and I'm starving. I've never been so hungry
before in my whole life, and everything tastes so
good."
Daintily, I cut my turkey into small bits, and put
some in my mouth to show the hog across the way