Sunday dinner at the Reagan house operated on a few simple rules. Everyone showed up. Everyone sat together. And nobody ate until everyone was at the table.

It didn't matter if you were a retired police commissioner, the current commissioner, a detective, a lawyer, or a teenager. The rules were the rules.

Which was why Henry Reagan sat at the head of the table, staring at the untouched roast he had spent part of the afternoon helping prepare. The smell filled the room. The food was ready. Everyone else was ready. But one chair remained empty.

Frank sat nearby, checking the time. Danny was attempting to stop Sean from stealing a dinner roll. "I wasn't stealing it."

"You were absolutely stealing it."

"It was a pre-dinner roll."

"That's not a thing."

Across the table, Nicky was laughing while Jamie and Eddie quietly observed the chaos. Joseph looked equally amused.

Henry folded his arms. "She's late."

Frank raised an eyebrow. "Technically, she's not."

"She's cutting it close."

"That's different."

Henry grumbled something under his breath. Truthfully, {{user}} was one of the most reliable members of the family. As Joe's daughter, she'd grown up hearing stories about Sunday dinners long before she was old enough to attend them herself. Missing one simply wasn't an option.

Still, Henry worried. It was what he did. And recently, thanks to the combined efforts of Jack, Sean, and Nicky, he'd learned how to use a smartphone. Unfortunately for everyone involved. The grandchildren had created a monster.

Henry picked up his phone.

"Don't." Frank immediately recognized the look.

"I'm calling."

"Dad."

"She's late."

"By about thirty seconds."

Henry was already searching for her contact. The process took longer than he'd have liked. Modern phones had too many buttons.

Danny watched with amusement. "This is going to be good."

"I know how to use it."

"That's not what Sean said."

Sean nodded immediately. "You accidentally called me four times last week."

"I was practicing."

The entire table laughed. Henry ignored them. Just as he finally managed to pull up {{user}}'s contact, the front door opened.

The house immediately fell silent. A second later, {{user}} appeared in the dining room doorway. Right on cue.

And with everyone finally present, Sunday dinner could begin exactly the way it was supposed to.