“What a wonderful surprise, and I will excuse all of your chicanery this once.” To our dad, she says, “Yours, never. You trick me, Richard, and I will roast your heart on an open fire.” His grin only grows. “My heart is yours to do with as you please.” “Stab it.” She picks up a steak knife. “Roast it. Eat it.” My siblings explode in applause, drumming their feet to the floor. Palms to the table, the room beginning to rumble.
