“Daisy, sit, sit! I love pancakes, don’t you Rosie? I’m sorry I interrupted your breakfast. You know, breakfast is the most important meal of the day, don’t you Rosie? Have you learned that in school yet?” I sat down at the table, my mind racing as I tried to figure out a way out of this. Todd reached over and grabbed both of our hands, startling us both. “Let’s pray,” he said, before bowing his head, his hand gripping mine tightly. “Heavenly father, thank you for this food. Thank you so much for guiding me here and showing me the light of your pure love. Amen!” He raised his head and I watched him with disgust as he let go of our hands and began digging into the pancakes in front of him. He slathered them with butter and syrup, and ate sloppily. His table manners had always disgusted me, and he knew it. He had defended himself more than once by saying that as long as you said Grace before eating, how neatly you ate didn’t matter at all to God.
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