Grandpa Demands Dawn Greetings, Girlfriend's New Rules Break Him

After watching that old-money period family drama ninety-nine times, my grandfather became convinced he was the grand patriarch himself, and that his rules outranked heaven. He ordered the whole family to line up at six every morning, the daughters-in-law kneeling with the cups raised level to their brows, serving him his bitter herbal soup. I expected my girlfriend to push back, but to my surprise she knelt down meekly and lifted the cup above her head. Grandfather stroked his goatee, satisfied. "This new girl knows the rules."