or something..."
i smiled, "that sound delicious."
he smiled, "do you want any meat in it or something?"
i shook my head, "i don't eat meat."
he nodded and turned back to the groceries, "i think that you and me are going to get along great."
i laughed and watched them put away the rest of the groceries. when they were finished, my dad came and sat down next to me. we watched in silence as frank made three salads; one for each of us. he soon had them sitting in front of us. i picked up my fork to start eating and he almost had a heart attack, "wait! we have to say a 