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Chapter 5-2
I was seated at Mr. Mann’s right, and Nigel was at the bottom of the table between his stepmother and Mrs. Garfield. Addison, I was sorry to see, was seated to my right. Throughout the soup and fish courses, Mr. Mann persisted in talking politics, something Father would never do, simply because Mother wouldn’t tolerate it at the dinner table. “The Democratic party must be desperate if they’re touting that young senator from Massachusetts as their candidate. The last thing this country needs is a Catholic in the White House, and the people won’t stand for it! Nixon is sure to get in.” Not only politics, but religion as well. Having had Mother as an example, I wasn’t inclined to think much of Mrs. Mann’s hostessing skills. I would have been willing to give her the benefit of the doubt if
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