Ama patted the spot by her side and he slid into it gratefully.
He picked up a fork, then set it back down when he noticed no one else was eating. They were all looking at Mac.
Mac’s glance traveled around the table, stopping on each of them. Nathan found that his own was doing the same. The big hard guy with the hooks to his right, Ama to his left.
No one spoke. No one closed their eyes or mumbled prayers. There were looks and smiles and nods around the table.
It lasted only a second or so, a few moments of acknowledging that these were the people whom they were breaking bread with. Before it could get weird or uncomfortable, Mac declared “Hooyah!” from the other end of the table with some kind of military call. It rippled like a wave around the table and then they began eating and ta
