That’s not making me supper
About half an hour before supper Grace starts getting restless and hungry. She rummages around, asking for food, asking when supper will be ready, and just generally harassing Donné. In Donné’s words, “Grace, stop begging like a dog.”
Today we sat down at the table to feed Eli while supper was cooking in the oven, so Grace says to Donné, “That’s not making me supper.”
When supper was ready Donné says to Grace, “Be careful, it’s…” “Supper!” Grace interrupts.