Chapter Eighteen
“Dinner”
“Thank you so much, Rick. This looks delicious.” I comment as soon as I sit at the dinner table. Rick made filet mignon.
I wait for Viktor to sit, briefly noting that this is our first legitimate sit down dinner.
He starts in on his food while I fold my hands and bow my head in prayer. I am used to praying out loud, and sure as f**k won’t let him stop me. Still, out of respect, I whisper my prayer.
“Dear god, I thank thee for the meal that thou has blessed me with. I ask that the meat gives me the strength and sustenance, both mental and physical, that I require to keep going. I say this in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.”
I hear an “Amen” from across the table and look up in surprise.
“I may not practice, but at the end of the day I acknowledge that we ha
