"The pleasure is mine," he nods, before turning his gaze to the womenfolk as they enter the room.
There are already dishes set out on the table -- bread and potatoes and fresh corn (doesn't get much fresher than pulled straight from the backyard this afternoon), meats and butter and gravy -- and the two women add to it, more summer vegetables and fried chicken.
Katherine glances at Jay as she sets the dishes down. She has on proper skirts now, and her hair is done up off her neck. Her gaze is perhaps quieter now, less accusatory, and it doesn't linger long before she moves to sit next to her father.
"There," he smiles, when all are settled and the food has been set out. His hand reaches for Katherine's, and he clasps it lightly as his eyes move down the table, again to where Jay sits.
"Mr. Gordon," he says, a spark in his eyes. "It's customary for us to ask new hires to lead us in our evening's grace. Would you be so kind?"
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"The pleasure is mine," he nods, before turning his gaze to the womenfolk as they enter the room.
There are already dishes set out on the table -- bread and potatoes and fresh corn (doesn't get much fresher than pulled straight from the backyard this afternoon), meats and butter and gravy -- and the two women add to it, more summer vegetables and fried chicken.
Katherine glances at Jay as she sets the dishes down. She has on proper skirts now, and her hair is done up off her neck. Her gaze is perhaps quieter now, less accusatory, and it doesn't linger long before she moves to sit next to her father.
"There," he smiles, when all are settled and the food has been set out. His hand reaches for Katherine's, and he clasps it lightly as his eyes move down the table, again to where Jay sits.
"Mr. Gordon," he says, a spark in his eyes. "It's customary for us to ask new hires to lead us in our evening's grace. Would you be so kind?"
Every eye turns to him.