“Just mumble along,” Clara whispered.
The other tables must have picked up a silent cue from the head table. They all closed their eyes, completed the sign of a cross, and recited Grace in Latin.
“Benedic, Domine, nos et haec tua dona quae de tua largitate sumus sumpturi, per Christum Dominum nostrum. Amen.”
It may as well have been sung by a choir. Clara was taken aback by the level of coordination required. That’s not something we ever did.

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