When we got to the dinner table, the places were already set and the food was already on the table. It was meatloaf and green beans and mashed potatoes. Sam's dad, Brother Hobbs, called on Sam to say the prayer, and Sam obliged.
At the end of the prayer, Sam's mom, Sister Hobbs, began slicing the meatloaf and serving it to everyone. "Are you planning to stay for family night?" she asked me.
"I'd love to have Family Home Evening with you guys," I said, stretching the truth a little bit there, "but then my parents would have to have Family Home Evening all by themselves." Actually I was kind of hoping my parents would just forget about it like they usually did.
"Oh, so you're the youngest, like my little Sam?" asked Sister Hobbs.
"Yep," I said. "My oldest sister Kathy is married, my brother Rex is in grad school, my sister Jill is in college, and now that my sister Joy has set of for college too, it's just me and my parents."
"Then you have your parents' undivided attention," she said brightly. "You're a lucky guy."
"Yeah, lucky me," I said sarcastically. Sam and Joe both laughed.
Sam's dad then asked Sam a bunch of detailed questions about how our high school football team was doing so far that season, and they continued talking about that until it was time for dessert.
For dessert Sister Hobbs brought out ice cream and a special peach-flavored cake that had a filling made from the peach preserves that she had made herself from peaches they had grown in their own yard.
"Wow, Sister Hobbs, this is amazing!" I said. "We never have anything like this at our house."
"Well, you know, we have so many jars of preserves around here that I have to always be thinking of creative ways to use them," she said. "Of course I put them in our year's supply, but the prophet says we're supposed to rotate our year's supply regularly."
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