Epilogue to February 24th's Story

I arrived late from work for dinner with at my mom's with her and hannaH's family. Sat down and scooted my chair in and just as I was about to stab myself a piece of chicken, Sam, who was next to me, stayed my hand, looked me in the eyes and said, "This isn't a phone; it's supper."

I think that he's messing with me now.