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Chapter 20 - I LEAVE THE COUNCIL ROOM
For years, family jokes centered on the plate that brought me into the kitchen.
I stopped correcting every version.
But I changed one habit.
During formal dinners, council business ended before the meal.
No more men disappearing into the adjoining room while everyone else made the evening function.
If business required discussion, we scheduled it separately.
One uncle complained:
“Your grandfather handled business over dinner for fifty years.”
“His wife handled the dinner.”
“Yes.”
“Exactly.”
No answer.
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The mahogany council room remained.
The kitchen stopped paying for it.
