“Goodness, Edith, you’re such a help!”
Hearing Mother’s words, you glow inside. More than anything, you like to be useful.
Time passes. When you’re 17, a letter arrives, bearing your name in elegant script. Your stomach swoops. It’s an invitation to a soirée: an evening party.
Boring! No one ever wants to discuss politics with you at these parties. But if you refuse, your parents will be upset. Maybe you should pretend the invitation never came.
Do you steel yourself and attend the soirée, or hide the invitation?