13 Chapter 13

And what the hell am Igoing to talk with him about?

I picked up the chunks of meat with the fork and transferred them to a plate. I hurried inside so it wouldn’t get cold.

“Colten,” I said, handing him the plate from the door.

He took it and I hurried back to shut off the gas of the grill.

Back inside, Dad had the table all set. The table. I’d figured we’d eat at the island, like normal. But apparently, Colten counted as company and that meant formal dining.

Colten put the beer on the table while Dad moved the mashed potatoes and corn into serving bowls. It smelled delicious and I couldn’t wait to eat it. We settled around the table, Dad at the head, and Colten and I on his right and left.

“We thank God for this meal we are about to receive,” Dad intoned with his head bowed. “May it nourish us, give us strength, let us grow. Amen.”

“Amen,” Colten and I echoed.