I took two quick steps toward my father and then caught myself. I slowed down and walked to where my family sat. There was an open seat at the table, but instead of sitting I stood. Each of them had a metal tray in front of them. On each tray was a metal plate and bowl and utensils. It was just like at the army base in Rupert. “It’s good to see you!” I said to my father. “It’s good to see you too. Your mother said you helped everybody unload their belongings from the truck,” my father said. “Yes. Me and my friend, Sam. Dad, this is …” I turned around and realized that Sam was nowhere to be seen. I looked all around and then caught sight of him, tray in hand, standing in line waiting to be served. “He’s getting some food … maybe I should get some food too.” My father nodded. “And then have your friend join us.” I went to the end of the line, but Sam waved to me and held up a second tray that he had been holding. I looked at the people who were behind him in line.
