Some of the younger members, in contrast, look at the clock, notice things are slightly behind schedule, and go into a full-throttle swoon.
"Dad, you can see my brother and sister are already too weak to stand. I am their last hope that dinner will arrive before it won't matter. PLEASE, for the love of all that is sacred, FEED US!"
"Zsofia!" I interjected. "It is eleven minutes after seven. That means dinner is less than a quarter of an hour after the seven gong. You don't carry on like this when dad is early."
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