This makes perfect sense to anyone who was forced as a child to sit for hours
at the dinner
table,
staring sullenly
at a pile of cold lima beans long after
everyone else had finished their dessert.
(this is unbelieveably beautiful) I would slip that beautiful lady over the back of the chair
at the head of my dining room
table, showing off her «back» to
everyone who walked through my house or, more importantly, so I could
stare at it daily from our family room