Mark Signals the Start
The silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity. Nobody made a move to carve the turkey or pass the side dishes.
Suddenly, the quiet was broken by a harsh sound from the other end of the table. Mark, my eldest, cleared his throat aggressively.
He looked at Sarah on his left and then at David on his right. His face was grim, signaling that the pleasantries were over and the real business of the evening was starting.