Chapter 4

At the dinner table, my mother-in-law shoved a plate of salad she loathed to me.

"Eat more greens. Maybe stuffing yourself with greens will flush out all that lard in your belly, and you won't be such a useless lardball," she said obnoxiously.

Gulliver was busy serving food to his in-laws and cutting it into smaller pieces for Zechariah. He was the picture of the ideal son-in-law and father.

"Father, Mother, have some more. Randall here probably isn't used to our home cooking. He's used to the high life as a CEO. Unlike me, a simple guy who only knows…