Many times we would have company for supper or Sunday Dinner. Most of the time it would be a field rep or a church related speaker or some other dignitary that my dad invited home. We were always expected to be on our best behavior which went without saying.
I remember this one particular older couple came for supper one night. I was sitting beside Steve as usual, but I kept hearing a whistling noise that I thought was coming from him. I didn't want to be rude and point it out to him that it was in poor manners to whistle at the table, but Mom and Dad weren't saying anything to him or giving him bad looks or anything.
I decided the only thing that I could do was to kick my brother under the table the next time I heard the whistle. I heard the whistle several more times and each time I kicked my brother. He finally told me to stop kicking him and I proceeded to tell him to stop whistling. Steve then told me that it wasn't him.
I was very glad that the adults were involved their conversation enough that I don't think they heard our conversation. I heard the whistle again while Steve and I were quietly arguing about the whistle. At that moment, we both realized that it was the older gentleman. His hearng aid was making the whistling noise. Poor Steve ended up having a bruise on his leg because of me and he didn't let me forget that for a while.
Coleen
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