Dray II

Dinner table. Chaos. Lou scooping gazpacho into Laina's bowl, Lily helping Annalise, Aron slicing bread, and Katie pouring milk into fourteen glasses set out in a row on the counter. The twins, Jacob, Abby, Lucan, and Ahmed all find a spot at the table. Dray hurries in late, sits at the edge of his seat as if he can't wait to be out of there.

Aron. "My-lissa," he teases her with the variation of her name, and she giggles. "Do you want some bread?"

Melissa. "Yea, can I have the end piece, Dad?"

Dray stiffens when she says Dad, but says nothing. Lou catches his eye. 

Lucan. "Can someone please pass the cucumber thing?"

Lou. "Yea, hon, and it's called gazpacho. Do you want help scooping it?"

Lucan. "Yea it's frikkin"-- catches Lou's look-- "Sorry it's very heavy. Dad, can you put some bread on my plate, too?"

Dray scowls at Lucan at the word Dad, but again says nothing.

Katie. "Are we going to try that church this weekend?"

Lily nearly spits out her soup. "We're going to church?"

Lou looks at Aron, then sets down her spoon slowly. "I think we'd like to try a church in Minnetonka. Just once, okay? If you don't want to keep going, we won't force you."

Katie looks at Aron pleadingly. "Do we have to get up early?" she grumbles. "Come on, it's my only day to sleep in. Dad, can't we"--

Dray laughs sarcastically, interrupting her. "Of course you call him Dad. You're a fucking traitor to everyone in this family."

The whole table is dead silent. Katie looks stricken, ready to cry, and for the first time since the fight Abby looks in sympathy at her.

Lou. Cold. Angry. Points towards the door. "William Dray Morgan, take your bread and go to your room."

Dray. "Mom"--

Lou. "No. No. You do not get to sit at this table and talk like that. We'll have a conversation about this later, young man, but for now, you're going to your room."

Dray kicks over his chair and exits, slamming the door so hard the windows rattle.