November 18, 2007
Around the dinner table Betty at last got her say. She had equal standing here and was going to use her voice to share this equality with the other four. Bettina usually stood by her daughter but only if right balanced might. John, trying not to be a bloc with Joe, scrupulously separated logic and emotion on each of Betty’s points. Joe stood separate. Young Jobe understood at an alimentary level the power shifts and balancing acts of Betty’s conversation. His stomach talked to him as he weaved around the chairs to silently support whichever lap seemed to need him.