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October 19, 2008
Continued from 10/18

I remember very little about any actual meals eaten at that house. I don't remember the food or the lifting of it to the mouth by spoon or fork or the cutting of it by knife. I don't remember the chewing, the swallowing, or even the opening of the mouth. However, I do remember that in order to leave the table, which I regarded as the highlight of the experience, we had to lift our hands above-table, fingers pointing up, present the palms and then the backs, and say, cheerfully, "May I please be excused?"

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