John is working late tonight and Henrietta wanted to be fed something that no one else will eat. Done. I am not a very big supper eater. Kes is 18 years old and just read me the riot act about not getting supper done early enough to suit her. I looked at her blankly and said, “Supper?” To which she grabbed her purse and stormed out muttering something about going to get something to eat. Clearly, she is steamed at ME. I think this is unfair. This is just me sawing away in a frenzied manner cutting the apron strings a bit. PLUS there is always the chance that she will think that if she’s not going to stick around and eat any food I may or may not produce, then maybe she shouldn’t accept any money for her college education…. Yeah, right.