So Mum didn’t ask name, age, sex, marital condition; was my right and she too proud to ask. All she said was: "That’s nice, dear. Have you two had dinner? It’s Tuesday, you know." "Tuesday" was to remind me that our family had eaten early because Greg preaches Tuesday evenings. But if guest had not eaten, dinner would be served—concession to guest, not to me, as with exception of Grandpaw we ate when was on table or scrounged standing up in pantry.