Chapter 33. Office Visit

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 do things like this had me rethinking 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.

I knew people would wonder why I didn’t know what to do or why I was browsing these things. I would just tell