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Submitted to Contest #17
The moment Mr. Walker said,”amen,” everyone at the narrow dining table fell into a quiet rhythm. Cut. Bite. Drink.“Jenny, will you pass the salt?”Cut. Bite. Drink.“Little hot in here.”Cut. Bite. Drink.“Excuse me.”Cut. Bite. Stab.“Turkey’s dry.” Mrs. Walker’s fork scraped her plate as Jenny took a long swig of water. I leaned over to Jacob.“Was it a fight,” I whispered.“War,” he answered, then swallowed a bite of dressing. I fumbled with the potatoes on my plate and kept my eyes low. Jacob had warned me of the hostility in his family tha...
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