Megan runs her hands along her mini-skirt—as if she can pull it down any more without investing in a nonexistent fabric stretcher.  Judy and Cindy sit across from her.

Sam then folds his hands together, and everyone else follows suit.  At this moment, Megan feels overwhelmed with emotions, memories of years past flooding over her at once, for her family used to pray before every meal.

That is, until Sandy’s death.