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mouth,” he demands taking another swig. “Where's the last boy?”
                  “He left the office a little later than expected today,” my father continues while my eyes drift to my mother's, which are lowered to such a scowl. I can feel tears clogging my throat. Fuck. I'm a grown ass man. This shit shouldn't be so difficult to deal with. Especially after all the years of it. It just shouldn't have this effect on me. I'm not four any more. It shouldn't matter she doesn't approve of me.
                  “I told you all to be on time,” Pa huffs.
                  “I know Pa. But the company can't run itself--”
                  “Don't even start Jonny. I still run the company. If I can make it home by dinner than so can he.”
                  “I'm only a couple minutes late Pa,” Jo states in an amused voice.  Our attention turns to where he has walked in with his arm draped around the nightmare he married. The nightmare that I once called my dream. “Can I get a break?”
                  “In your left knee or your right?” Pa grouses. “I'm starvin'.”
                  “You're always starvin' Pa,” Jo chuckles and seconds later his eyes fall onto me. An arctic expression spreads on his face. “What the hell are you doing here? This is a family dinner.”
                  “Be nice to Jody...” Mary Beth defends me with a condescending smirk. “You know how sensitive he is.”
                  “Jo and Mary Beth mind your peace and sit down.” Pa points. “Rascal, is a part of this family just as much as the two of you.”
                  “Really?” Jo argues dropping down on the other side of our mother. “Because my family was at my wedding . Because my brothers were in it. Because my big brother would've been my best man like he was supposed to be!”
                  Like I've always done, I simply bite my tongue. My face lowers in shame. Suddenly Jazz intertwines her fingers with mine. The sentiment gives me brief strength to stay in my seat, but not enough. If there was anywhere else in the fucking world we could hide, I'd toss our shit in the truck and drive us there, but no. Director's fucking orders. Director's fucking command to make me endure this hell on earth. If it was just my life Tyger was after, fucking fine, but it's not. I care about Jazz's safety more than I do about my soul they're sucking out of me already.
                  “Oh put your toddler tantrum on hold,” Pa scolds.
                  “Pa--”
                  “Now Jo,” he warns before another small coughing fit starts. I open my mouth to question his well-being when he waves a hand at me not to bother asking.
                  Mary Beth leans forward, tossing her bright blonde hair over her shoulder, manicured nails clinking the table. “And who exactly are you?”
                  Defensively I start, “She's--”
                  “A good friend who needs a break from the city,” Jazz answers.
                  “Figures, he'd bring a friend home to face us,” Jo grumbles as Ma puts the last of the meal on the table. Swinging his own arm so it's wrapped around the back of her chair he snidely says, “Can't do anything on his own.”
                  “Left on my own.”
                  Pa chortles having another swig. “Good point.”
                  “Don't encourage them,” my father snips under his breath.
                  “I agree,” Ma fusses sitting down at the opposite end of the table from Pa. “Let's try to have a peaceful meal, shall we?” Our mouths shut and she sits up straight. “Now that that's settled. Let's bless the meal.”
                  “You should let Rascal say it since he's missed the last million of