Ouch, that tray was hot. A steaming bowl, right along side of the chicken, Meggie had just placed upon the table,

the bowl contained those little red glazed potatoes - which julie had brought.  She was kind; the vice pres' wife, she never barked orders, or shoved the other women and girls.  Unlike jenny, the sec's wife.  Jenny stood about six one, and must have weighed around 230 - and boy, did she like throwing it around.  "That goes over here." Jenny barked at one of the other women, who, evidently, knew well that replying back, just wasn't worth it.  

Meggie was hungry.  Earlier in the day, the school cafeteria had served tuna over noodles - a favorite of hers - but with food prices, the way they were, the portions appeared to have been cut - for girl's evidently.  Meggie, being not quite the brightest seventeen year old - her gpa, being less than stellar, yet somehow - knew there were ways around things - and while equality of the genders was still taught...not always applied in the day to day, however;/

She stood five seven and weighed one fiftyish - the scale at home was probably older than her Father.  Every pound upon her near fully matured frame had its vision upon the bounty before it.  A plate of sliced cheese and crackers had been placed nearby, alongside a veggie tray.  Maggie's hand carefully began reaching for one of the toothpick-pierced pieces, but the little larceny in progress was abruptly preempted by a certain familiar bark.  Jenny...

There would be no food served until the meeting, taking place in the adjoining room was adjourned.  Per the member's voices - one of them was, of course, her Father's, (he was always going on about something...ugh!) - it would likely be a few minutes more, before the men filed out, took their seats, and their suppers, per the "auxiliary," brought to them - and to their teenaged sons, who were presently outside in the moist chill, maintaining their own pecking order.

The meeting was finally, hopefully, drawing to conclusion; the members were growing hangrier by the second.  Sammy, one of the regular members, hadn't eaten all day - too many vehicles to fix and not enough mechanics to fix 'em.  He leaned toward a buddy, sitting nearby, to say something, his other ear felt a sudden movement.

"CA-RASH!"

A partially empty beer bottle had stuck the back wall; shards of it's brownish glass littered the floor, the foamy brew trickled down the nicotine stained panel.  Per the speaker's glare, sammy's eyes did not return a challenge, nor any other unspoken or spoken pushback - having learned from previous experience - his eyes had instead lowered to their proper place.  Needless to say, the mess would be later on cleaned up by one or more of the club's "auxiliary. Doggoneit, the lanky twenty-two year old was hungry.  Whatever the women had cooked up, it sure smelled heavenly.

Finally, the meeting over, the men and boys were being served heaping plates, young children, of either gender, were given their place/plate at the long table.  Next the "auxiliary" would - after a typically long, busy day - be able to enjoy a half hour or so, of food and fellowship.  By the time Meggie was able to grab a plate, the salmon wraps were long gone, along with those little red potatoes.  There were, however, several chicken legs and thighs remaining - she put one on her plate, and scooped a spoonful of what remained of some kind of mexican dish, and two of the remaining six or seven meatballs.  Another delight, she had to pass by, there was but a spoonful or two remaining - yep, another one of those double standards.