There were smiles around the table that our brother wasn't just going to take his new wealth and abandon us.
"It's nine o'clock!" our mother chimed out as her clock did.
We all rose and went around to the cabinets surrounding the kitchen to hold thier doors closed.
The cups shook and plates trembled as the approaching train barrelled closer to the house.
The curtains on the kitchen window blew inside when it shot past, pouring clouds of filth into the room around us.
It was all we could afford. And we suffered together, until now.
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