Grandpa chooses a chocolate from the box with care (Betty Debbie says, 'Me too, I hate to be surprised by a gross fruity chocolate.'). I'm a huge nut/chocolate fan so all of that is cool with me but cherries in chocolate feels like a massive bummer. I love cherries. I love chocolate. The sum of them both is nonexistent in relation to their parts.
Grandpa had been in India and Burma 1940-1945 and stayed in India after the war. Eustascia's dad was born there. Burma is now known as Myanmar and that makes me wonder why the English-speaking world bothers to change the names of cities or countries as they themselves do. Seems to me that it's applied inconsistently. For instance: We call it Germany. Spanish-speakers call it Alemania (my favorite) and natives call it Deutschland. No one is offended by this variation (not that I know of). Then there's the German city of Munich which they call München.
But then when Bombay went through the trouble of re-naming themselves Mumbai (from the English Bombay) I was super-cool with them changing what they wanted to be called (though an actual Indian told me he thought it was silly) but confused about why English-speakers would then change what they call it as well.
But then, I'm a bit inconsistent myself. I was thrilled to bits to go back to calling Stalingrad St. Petersburg.
Our heroine plays with plastic space creatures with Teddy and Oliver and engages in a theological discussion about the afterlife with the boys. Sounds like your typical afternoon at Casa van Voorhees...
Eustacia skateboards down a slope in the backyard which you might think was a bad idea. I wonder if the dinner was burning at the time...