Denise poked her head into the living room.
"Get in here, dinner's ready." She said.
"My goodness, that was quick." Major Tom says, shifting attention from the moon rock onto the sound of his wife's voice.
Calling Brandon down for dinner, the three of them join Denise in the dining room for dinner. A glorious meal of fried chicken.
"Boy hun, you sure went all out tonight!" Major Tom said, slapping his hands together in anticipation of consuming his meal.
"It's leftovers, Tom." Denise says, chewing the rubbery meat.
"Of course!" He says.
The family eats their meal in silence, until the phone rings. Major Tom drops his fork onto the plate with a loud clanging sound, and rolls his eyes.
"Gosh darn telemarketers I tell you!" He says, feigning anger as he goes to the phone on the wall.
"What do you want from me??" He asks the person on the other line. "Oh, Joy? We're eating dinner right now, I'll have her call you back." He says.
"Is that David?" Joy asks, shortly before her father hangs up the phone.
"What was that?" Major Tom asks.
"Was that David?" Joy repeats.
"Oh. Yes it was. You can call him after dinner." He says, returning to his seat to resume his delicious meal of leftover fried chicken.
"I'm done now, thanks." Joy says, leaving more than half a plate of chicken and mashed potatos behind as she leaves the table.
"Young lady! You get back here and finish this fine meal! There are starving children somewhere in the world." Major Tom says.
"Let it go, Tom." Denise says, her mouth full of chicken.
"Darn it anyhow!" Major Tom says, hastily chopping his already mashed potatos.