I blamed my nerves entirely.

I tried, but I could not go through with it. Atticus left for work as usual, and I was ready to prepare the lunch I had in mind, but Danielle’s comment about my plan being too domesticated and how women of our class didn’t do things like this had me rethinking my plan.

I didn’t blame Danielle at all because she had encouraged me to do it, but I had been too scared to do it. As much as I wanted to do it, I didn’t want it to reflect badly on me or my ...