Waiters cleared the first plates and brought out the main courses.

The room filled with the sound of silver forks scraping porcelain plates.

Ethan leaned over and whispered that my uncle was asleep in his soup.

I looked down the table and saw Uncle Henry snoring quietly with his chin resting on his cloth napkin.

I covered my mouth to hide a laugh.

My shoulders dropped for the first time in weeks.

Megan flagged down a passing waiter and pointed to her empty wine glass.