Set around an oval dining room table laced with picturesque settings of silver placemats and ivory dishes, this blended family filled in the silence with polite conversation of recent life events. For Kenton, he described the growth of his career and the raise he had gotten just prior to the holiday while Natalie discussed her favorite class, which ironically remained Psychology. For their parents, Natalie’s mother explained the expansion of her legal practice while Kenton’s father spoke of his recent fishing escapades with his occupational buddies and their biggest catch. But every few moments, when a story would be at its depth, it would be Kenton’s eyes that would drift across the meatloaf and mixed vegetables and call to Natalie with a long glance that was sheepish behind a glass then
