"Lord, we thank you for another day of pleasant business, and for another night on which our table is laid with more food than we can eat." Mr. Delaney began as we held hands with closed eyes 'round the table. "We ask you to bless it and make it good for us— and to keep strong the hands that worked laboriously to prepare it, so they may do so for many years to come." A light chuckle passed over the table at that, and a few hands were squeezed a bit. "Also, Lord, we thank you for bringing Marie back to us...Amen."

Andrew's thumb caressed the back of my hand in his as the amen echoed around the table.
And then, it was time to eat.