I chewed onto the piece of meat in my mouth so slowly it was almost painful. I glanced up at Tate who glared at Dale who made loud slurping noses while eating his spaghetti.
We were having a family dinner which Roger had demanded we had to have a chance to get along.
Although, even if it was Roger's request, he was out of sight which left Tate, Dale, Eddie and I.
Tate ate in silence, while Dale made noses purposely and Eddie kept glancing at me amused.
Awkward. That was how I'd describe this.
"Hey Tate, can you pass me the salt?" Dale asked looking at Tate, but he just clenched his jaw ignoring his brother.
"-never mind," Dale said with a dramatic sigh. He leaned over Tate while picking up the salt and spun the lid open. I watched confused as he tilted it over letting the salt pour a
