Christmas eve dinner, grace was said.
Kevin came home from a business trip and, although we hadn't had a chance to talk about it, he simply reached for my mother's hand and said, "Matt, would you say grace?"
Matt was thrown. He hadn't expected it. "Ah, okay. Sure."
My mom and dad put down their forks and, without any significant looks at each other, just took the hand of the person next to them... and we had grace.
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