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'em,” Johnson teases. “Probably doesn't even remember how to pray.”
                  “Good idea Johnson. You can say blessing,” Ma instructs.
                  “Damn it,” he grumbles.
                  “I will get the spoon...”
                  “Make sure you keep it close for dessert,” Pa says in a husky voice before wiggling his eyebrows at her.
                  “Jody!”
                  “Ugh...” Johnson groans.
                  “Not needed,” Joshua agrees.
                  Mary Beth coos, “I think it's cute.”
                  “I think it's weird,” Johnson fights.
                  “Can we just bless the goddamn meal?” my father gripes. “Now Johnson...”
                  Linking up hands, we bow our heads as Johnson struggles to say something in a serious voice in the form of a prayer over our food. While I know I should be busy thanking God I have warm food to eat and a roof of some kind over my head, I find myself anxiously more desperate to curse him for sending me back here. Putting me in this position.
                  After he's done, the meal starts in silence aside from the occasional asking to pass food. Eventually a conversation about the business tries to start but is quickly shut down by Ma, who has a rule about no business talk at the dinner table. Another conversation about the latest laws Johnson has broken starts, getting chuckles from my parents who find his troubled ways adorable. And they wonder why he continues them. Not lifting my eyes for the conversation I continue stabbing at the perfect mashed potatoes on my plate, mashed potatoes I have literally dreamt of having again. With no desire to eat them, but every craving not to lose Ma's approval, I force my mouth to have a nibble.
                  “So,” Mary Beth's voice speaks up. “How did you two become friends ?”
                  Jazz looks up from her plate she's devouring. Surprisingly this is the most I've ever seen her eat. “We work together.”
                  “You're a Marine?” Johnson nearly chokes. “I'm totally joining.”
                  “How'd you know I became a Marine?”
                  “Pa told us,” he confesses.
                  “Not like you would've,” my father mumbles.
                  “Not like you wanted to hear anything I had to say,” I mutter in return.
                  “Does anyone in this family believe in speaking in an audible tone?” Pa smacks on a piece of a chicken, Ma scrunching in disapproval of his lack of manners.
                  “I do.” Mary Beth raises a hand.
                  “That you do...” He rolls his eyes. “Speaking at and never stopping.”
                  “A Marine?” Joshua turns the conversation back the direction it was. “Rascal?”               “What? Was it discount day in the military?” Jo pokes fun and the others start laughing. “I mean, it only took him his entire life to get that big right?”
                  Jazz shoots me a look out of the corner of her eye. Butt of every joke. Tail end of every insult. Icing on the cake of my reality here.
                  “I mainly do desk work,” Jazz over simplifies her job.
                  “I do desk work for the company myself,” Mary Beth proudly states, her hand trying to bring attention to her enhanced tits. One more gift from my brother.
                  “You do two completely different types of desk work. Her job doesn't require her to be on her knees,” my snide comment causes Pa to choke on his whiskey trying not to laugh.
                  “What did you say about my wife?” Jo rises to his feet, slamming his hands on the