Ric reached for their hands, and Teddy braced herself for the contact. They bowed their heads, and he prayed, “Lord, we are so thankful tonight to be together enjoying this food prepared by Mrs. M. Bless her and her family. Bless this food for our nourishment. Help us put aside our cares and concerns for the night. We know You are in control. In the name of Your Son, Jesus, amen.”
He released their grasps, eyes twinkling. “Dig in. There's plenty to go around. I’ll put on some music.” He rose from the table and made his way to the Philco against the wall. He turned the knob, and Woody Herman's “Ain't Misbehavin'” burst forth. He twirled an imaginary dance partner on his way back to the table, and Lisa chuckled. He seated himself and scooped large quantities of food from each dish onto his
