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And then the family found themselves facing a night of apparent opulence. George sat at the head of the table, a luscious spread of goods and riches lying on the boards before him. To his left sat Cheyenne, to his right Jonathan. All three smiled, eagerly soaking up the radiance of their blessings. George, ever the skeptic, was uncertain of what had begun the inexplicable sequence of luck that had provided the wonders lay out before them.
“Well,” he began, pondering what it was that he was trying to say.
“Well,” he finished, deciding the spectacle spoke for itself.
The table was laden with a host of product, delights that ranged in shape and size, value and function. Many of the goods were food-based, a fact that initially pleased Cheyenne to no end; for the longest time all she had been able to supply her husband and son with were joyless affairs made up of bland potatoes, poor cuts of meat and fragile, petite helpings of luxuries such as cheese or the odd desert.
“Shall we begin?” she questioned, looking first to George then, when he showed no sign of response, shifting her gaze to Jonathan. Looking confused, he simply nodded his head in seeming acquiescence. Cheyenne reached her hand out and, when it was inches from grasping a turkey leg, she quickly let it fall. “No,” she declared suddenly, “we mustn’t.” All at once everything seemed too much. It seemed unnatural.
Both George and Jonathan looked at her sharply but their eyes showed neither disagreement nor anger. The pleasures on the table silently screamed at them, quietly mocking the trio’s newfound, unexpected success by breeding confusion and fear. Not one of them understood it. Not one of them could. Jonathan seemed on the verge of tears, exclaiming, “Why us? What did we do to deserve this?” George, all furrowed brow and discontent, caught Jonathan’s glance, hinting at an unspoken agreement.
For hours they sat, George, Jonathan and Cheyenne, oppressed by the wonders of a foreign life. They searched themselves, hoping to find explanation of their circumstance, desperate for answer and an allowance of indulgence. Unfortunately, clarity was not to be found. Luck, having paid them visitation after an eternity spent in misfortune’s company, seemed to have fled once again, continuing its unending journey of random blessing and smattered joy. Upon this realization, all three suddenly understood their inability to embrace their spoils. Later they would agree that the atmosphere hung heavy with confused anguish.
“Well,” he began, pondering what it was that he was trying to say.
“Well,” he finished, deciding the spectacle spoke for itself.
The table was laden with a host of product, delights that ranged in shape and size, value and function. Many of the goods were food-based, a fact that initially pleased Cheyenne to no end; for the longest time all she had been able to supply her husband and son with were joyless affairs made up of bland potatoes, poor cuts of meat and fragile, petite helpings of luxuries such as cheese or the odd desert.
“Shall we begin?” she questioned, looking first to George then, when he showed no sign of response, shifting her gaze to Jonathan. Looking confused, he simply nodded his head in seeming acquiescence. Cheyenne reached her hand out and, when it was inches from grasping a turkey leg, she quickly let it fall. “No,” she declared suddenly, “we mustn’t.” All at once everything seemed too much. It seemed unnatural.
Both George and Jonathan looked at her sharply but their eyes showed neither disagreement nor anger. The pleasures on the table silently screamed at them, quietly mocking the trio’s newfound, unexpected success by breeding confusion and fear. Not one of them understood it. Not one of them could. Jonathan seemed on the verge of tears, exclaiming, “Why us? What did we do to deserve this?” George, all furrowed brow and discontent, caught Jonathan’s glance, hinting at an unspoken agreement.
For hours they sat, George, Jonathan and Cheyenne, oppressed by the wonders of a foreign life. They searched themselves, hoping to find explanation of their circumstance, desperate for answer and an allowance of indulgence. Unfortunately, clarity was not to be found. Luck, having paid them visitation after an eternity spent in misfortune’s company, seemed to have fled once again, continuing its unending journey of random blessing and smattered joy. Upon this realization, all three suddenly understood their inability to embrace their spoils. Later they would agree that the atmosphere hung heavy with confused anguish.