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Chapter 9
Isometimesthoughtofaskingherifshewouldletmesitatthebigtablewiththerestofthemjustonce,IwouldprovetoherhowcivilizedIcouldbe;afterall,Iateathomeeverydaywithnomajormishaps.WhenIbeggedAtticustousehisinfluence,hesaidhehadnone—wewereguests,andwesatwhereshetoldustosit.HealsosaidAuntAlexandradidn’tunderstandgirlsmuch,she’dneverhadone.
Buthercookingmadeupforeverything:threekindsofmeat,summervegetablesfromherpantryshelves;peachpickles,twokindsofcakeandambrosiaconstitutedamodestChristmasdinner.Afterwards,theadultsmadeforthelivingroomandsataroundinadazedcondition.Jemlayonthefloor,andIwenttothebackyard."Putonyourcoat,"saidAtticusdreamily,soIdidn’thearhim.
Francissatbesidemeonthebacksteps."Thatwasthebestyet,"Isaid.
"Grandma’sawonderfulcook,"saidFrancis."She’sgonnateachmehow."
"Boysdon’tcook."IgiggledatthethoughtofJeminanapron.
"Grandmasaysallmenshouldlearntocook,thatmenoughtabecarefulwiththeirwivesandwaiton‘emwhentheydon’tfeelgood,"saidmycousin.
"Idon’twantDillwaitin’onme,"Isaid."I’dratherwaitonhim."
"Dill?"
"Yeah.Don’tsayanythingaboutityet,butwe’regonnagetmarriedassoonaswe’rebigenough.Heaskedmelastsummer."
Francishooted.
"What’sthematterwithhim?"Iasked."Ain’tanythingthematterwithhim."
