Chapter 33

• I blamed my nerves entirely. I tried but I could not go through with it. Atticus left for work as usual and I was ready to prepare the lunch I had in mind but Danielle’s comment about my plan being too domesticated and how women of our class didn’t too it had me retrieving my plan.
• I didn’t blame Danielle at all because she had encouraged me to do it but I had been too scared to do it. As much as I wanted to do it, I didn’t want it to reflect badly on me or my husband. It didn’t have to be bad in a bad way but I would not have those snobby women call me average class for cooking for my husband.
• It was also my fault because I had gone looking at a website about what upper-class families thought about cooking lunch for their husbands and several comments said it was an average family thing to do which was pretty stupid if you ask me.