“So who is disagreeing with you about Iraq? You’re preaching to the choir, don’t you get it? What I don’t get is why you had to disrupt Thanksgiving dinner with your little diatribe. Isn’t there a time and place for everything?” She looked out the window for a moment, and he saw her brush away her tears. “So that’s what matters more? We’re on the verge of invading a sovereign nation, and you care about—table manners?”
