“Let’s get quiet and say grace so we can eat,” Dana said.

The loud conversations quickly faded into a soft, respectful murmur.

People bowed their heads and folded their hands in their laps.

I pushed my metal folding chair back and stood up.

Luke looked up at me and took his hands out of his lap.

“Before we pray, I want to say something,” I said.

Fourteen faces turned toward my end of the table.

Walt picked up his silver fork and set it back down on his paper napkin.