"Widows are supposed to be vegetarians."
"Why?"
"I don't know. We just are." Satya didn't know either. It was a relief that Mrs. Sengupta was equally clueless.
"So you just go along with this, even though you don't know why? That's... wow. I couldn't do that."
"If you lived somewhere where it was hard to do otherwise, you might," Mrs Sengupta said. Rebecca looked at her, opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it. She drank her wine. (p 228)
Is there a time in your life when you conformed to an expectation either without knowing why or against your better judgement, and later questioned why you did?