My cousin Fannie was getting married and since we were close friends I really wanted to go to the wedding. They lived in a little community in New York, their wedding customs were quite different from the ones I grew up with and I looked forward to seeing how everything would be.
Daddy and Mom made plans to attend the wedding. They would get someone to come stay with my brothers while we were gone for several days. They also suggested that LV might enjoy meeting some of my cousins. Since our wedding day was getting closer they thought it would be nice if we would get to have one trip with each other.
I was thrilled at the thought that we could spend most of three days together and when LV's parents gave their okay I could hardly wait until it was time to go to the wedding.
The driver came and we got into the mini van and went to pick up LV. Daddy sat in the front, Mom and John sat on the next seat while LV and I got to have the last seat to ourselves. It seemed great being able to talk without having to keep an eye on the living room clock. It didn't seem very long before I heard Daddy say something about watching for a place to eat. I hoped he would stop somewhere other than his usual choice of McDonald's and wasn't disappointed when we stopped at a real restaurant.
We all sat together at the same table. I can't recall what I had but still remember that LV ordered a steak. When our orders came he started cutting the fat from his steak. Daddy was sitting across the table from us and was watching as all the fat got set to the edge of LV's plate. I was absolutely mortified when Daddy said, "I'll eat the fat if you don't want it."
I felt like sinking out of sight as after LV's okay Daddy reached over to his plate and got the strips of fat. I had hoped Mom and Daddy would be comfortable around LV, but not quite that comfortable!