Spencer P.O.V.

“Dinner is ready!”  Dad shouted from the kitchen.  A yummy aroma of garlic and cheese drifted into the living room were I sat.  I got up from the couch, and set my book down open to my page.  My legs were numb and a had a stiff neck forming from that stupid 6 hour plane ride.  

I was half way to the kitchen when Glen charged past me.  The ass almost knocked me down, in his mad man rush to the kitchen.  

“Glen no running in the house!”  Mom called after him.  She had a rag and Windex with her.  We walked into the kitchen together and took our seats at the dining table.  Dad sat at one head while mom sat at the other.  

I ruffled my younger brother, Matt’s hair as I passed.  He didn’t even react since the kid was so absorbed in his game.  Pokemon by the looks of it.

“Alright lets pray.”  Mom said once everyone had taken their seats.  She gave a stern look to Glen, who had a mouth full of bread.  He swallowed the contents in his mouth and averted his eyes.  You’d think the boy would remember this by now.  It’s only been what?  Almost 20 years!

“Ok”  Mom spoke up.  She cleared her throat and surveyed us to make sure we were all ready.  “Our heavenly father we co-”

“No!”  Dad cut her off.  We all raised our heads slowly to glance at our two parents.  Dad’s voice was firm and held a tone of authority. 

“No?”  Mom questioned.  She looked taken back that dad would just cut her off in beginning of her prayer.  Mom’s voice was challenging, not something you usually mess with.  

I don’t understand what the big deal is here.  Mom gives the prayer some times.  More recently with everything going on.  When ever she decides she wants to do it he goes along with a smile.  Other than that dad usually says the prayer since he is technically the man of the house.  Then again...

Anyways the two adults were locked in eye to eye combat.  While my brothers and I were in the middle of the two looking rather uncomfortable.  The tension was so thick it was almost suffocating.  

“Yes!”  Matt shouted.  It caused us all to jump and stare at him.  My little brother had his eyes glued under the table.  He must have felt out stares since he looked up at us questioningly.