Katherine's POV
"Dinner is ready." Martha announced as she walked into the living room.
I exhaled, breathing in relief when I heard that.
Finally, something to break this group apart.
George let out a loud grunt as he helped himself off the couch and dropped the newspaper. He wasn't a heavy man and I knew he had done that on purpose to warn the boys to behave at the table. I hoped they did as well. I didn't want to force food down when everywhere was tense and boiling hot.
"Let's grab something to eat, kids." George said as he led the way to the dining area. "Get Emily and tell her the food is ready." He ordered Martha.
Before Martha could speak, Emily showed up. "She already did. I'm here, dad."
