The atmosphere in the kitchen is morose, but Adair is not pouting. If she was, the pout would cancel the morosity, and convert it into something else.
If Adair was being sent to Columbia, University, that is, it would be plausible Adair would be pouting, and the mood of the kitchen would still retain its moroseness.
Adair could pout, morosely, into the kitchen air, the air she share, with Jakob and Emie, and fly it would, into their faces, as a good daughterly pout should. No one in the kitchen is pouting, but of course a typical pouting gesture is to refuse a gift,
The gift in this kitchen is the cinnamon roll.
A pouting daughter would refuse a cinnamon roll, baked with loving care, to prove she was above loving care, going to Columbia University, to be there– and arrive. You don’t get no cinnamon roll, once you’ve arrived, maybe a little cinnamon toast, of Wonder Bread. It’s an institution of higher learning — Spam. Spam, cinnamon Wonder Bread, tough titty, but sittin pretty, singing a ditty,
A smug ditty.
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