A Woman 's Poem He did n't like the casserole , And he did n't like my cake . He said my biscuits were too hard ... Not like his mother used to make . I did n't perk the coffee right , He did n't like the stew . I did n't mend his socks , The way his mother used to do .

A: what does the man in the story think ?


i was " that girl . " i did n't care , it felt so awful i could have cared less about what people thought of me throwing up . they would n't let me on the plane .

A: Why may the narrator have a stain on her shirt ?


my wall . Nonetheless , I was doing quite well sticking things to my door , until suddenly today , within the span of a few hours , everything that had been stuck to the doors became un - stuck ! What is the most efficient ( read : reliable ) adhesive which is still compliant with hall policy ? Or will I have to re - stick everything each month ?

A: Why is the narrator in the market for an item that gets good recommendations ?


Renee Swan picked up her racket before swinging it full force at the neon green tennis ball . " Great job , Mom ! " Bella shouted , shielding a hand over her eyes as she watched the ball bounce out of sight .

A:
Why was Bella excited to see the player hit the tennis ball ?