My mom tried. She really did! I know, sort of, how to do The Things.
I know that I am supposed to bring something when I go to someone's house for dinner - or anything else.
I know how to write thank you cards.
To RSVP in a timely manner.
To thank someone after a lovely evening and make sure they got home safe.
To set a table and indicate with flatware that I'm done at a restaurant. Not to stick my chopsticks upright in the rice.
And yet.
I don't, always.
And I suppose that to be damning.
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