"I was thinking that we would give this one to a family that does not have a table and possibly have one made like the one at the Williams' A true family table that we can have through out our future children... one that gets pits and scars with so many happy memories attached..." he forked some food onto her plate and then onto his not looking up at her.  "I looked at that table every day after you left and imagined what may have happened to cause each scar, each mark of memory...ever since I was little when a table would be pitted by anything it was scrapped and burned not offered to anyone else; I want something more than that Josephine and I thought if anyone would understand that it would be you.