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wet the bed.
                  Mike put the food in a big bowl. Usually he cooked because he was better at it but I got used to Maddie who could turn anything into an exquisite meal. Simon cleared the table and I rotated dish washing with Jim, Tanya, Eric, and Dave. Tonight was Eric’s turn. After dinner I would bring a plate to Keith and use that as an excuse to check up on him.
                  Mike put the bowl on the table. Chili again. It was the easiest to make and we had the ingredients. We had tons of rice, tomato sauce, beans and chili powder. Instead of beef he used spam. I swore to god when we get a farm together, I will personally shoot the first cow we find because I miss beef. I never want to eat spam again. Occasionally he used corn beef mash or beef chili from a can but it wasn’t the same.
                  Jim made a plate for Grace who was on until 10. Since we came on the boat, she had warmed up from an ice princess to a lukewarm one and spoke to people other than Jim. She still preferred her own company and insulting us, deliberately or not. I thought about her distain at the outlet mall but when we lived at Costking she wouldn’t help anyone unless she got something in return.
                  Jim put his coat and hat on and grabbed the bowl. He opened the door allowing the icy wind in. Being below the outside deck kept the wind out but I still shivered despite the many layers. He went out quickly to keep the frigid air from coming in. The salon had a large plate glass window that viewed the ocean but I could also see the stairs to the bridge. I watched his feet going up.
                  I took some food for myself and set aside two bowls for Henry and Keith. I didn’t think Henry would eat. He drank a lot of protein and diet shakes because he was prone to seasickness. Neither should mind if the food was lukewarm but whoever was on watch would like a hot meal.
                  Mike joined us at the table. The door opened again, Dena came in followed by Jim. Jim looked freezing but Dena looked pissed. She joined the table without saying a word to her parents. I ate my food. We didn’t really talk that much. No one talked about a new book, TV episode, no politics, movies or crazy celebrity news. It might be a long time before there was one. We had a movie night but we watched it on a portable DVD player because we tossed the big screen TV for supply space.
                  Dena dumped food on her plate and ate three bites.
                  “Can I be excused?”
                  Mike looked fluttered. Dena did this a lot especially when she was mad.
                  “Finish your food, Dena,” Mike said. “You know we all have to keep up our strength.”
                  “I know. I’m just not very hungry. Maybe I’m seasick.”
                  “We’ve been on this boat for three months,” Mike’s voice didn’t go up, but his tone suggested it would soon. “You aren’t seasick. Please finish your food.”
                  Dena ate two more bites. “See I ate more, can I go.”
                  “Dena—Finish the goddamn food,” Mike said now his voice was louder. “That's a rule.”
                  “Mike—“ Hannah started.
                  “No, Hannah. I’m tired of this. I know this isn’t ideal. Nothing is, but this has to stop.”
                  “I’m not doing anything” she said, and she seemed unfazed. “As I said, I’m not hungry.”
                  “Mike—“ Hannah said, “Let it go for once.”
                  “Dena—“ This came from Tanya. “I won’t tolerate this. It’s gonna be a long winter. You stay peaceful until spring. When we on the farm and you got privacy, you can fight with your father full time. You here on my boat, you