At a family dinner, my daughter-in-law suddenly spoke loudly at the table: “Someone sᴍᴇlls like ρᴇᴇ.” The whole table burst out laughing. I did not. I quietly stood up. Five minutes later, my daughter-in-law wished she had never opened her mouth. The strange thing about family dinners in small American towns is that everyone likes to pretend good manners sit right next to the pitcher of sweet tea, that respect hangs in the air like the smell of roast chicken. That Sunday in our North Carolina ho

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