It was 1973,

The winter was ruthless, it was another christmas dinner, your father, jack twist. Was at the head of the table, your mother, Lureen at the other end, your little brother bobby on the seat next to you, the dinner had been silent since the whole argument between jack and your grandfather that ended with your father, jack calling him a 'old son of a bitch' and 'ignorant ass' because your grandfather turned the television back on that jack had turned off twice because bobby was watching it instead of eating his dinner, you looked just like jack, which didnt help with your grandfathers hate towards jack, "darlin' what were you tellin' your momma earlier bout school" he said his rough southern voice breaking the silence, sipping his whiskey