The-Sax

Dinner "I'll have one more." Dewein acknowledged his father with a bowl of pulled pork he had gotten from the kitchen just moments before. Dewein's father reached out with his stubby fat fingers, lumpy with flesh. He found forks and spoons to be far too unconventional to shovel food into his mouth. His fingers dug into the warm and tenderized meat, pulling out a chunk which he splat down onto his plate. He reached out for another, and another. He took the bowl. "Now Richard, leave some for your guests." Dewein's mother called out from across the large table. She had a stern look was plastered on her face, a miracle that her lips ever move