Chapter Thirteen

Hercules the Greater sat down to the dinner with his family every day at six o’clock. His mother prepared a well balanced meal. He sat to his father’s right. His mother rarely sat until the meal was almost done. She filled plates and poured milk. She refilled serving bowls humming little melodies that didn’t really have a tune, but they had it calming effect on the family. Dinner was never late it and was always delicious. Hercules the Greater‘s father unplugged the phone and the televisions that was turned off. The only sounds you could hear during the meal were knives and forks squeaking on the plates and Hercules the Greater’s mother humming