Tate Langdon: Dear God, thank you for the salty pig meat we are about to eat, along with the rest of the indigestible swill. And thank you for our new charade of our family. My father ran away when I was only six. If Id have known any better, I would have joined him,. And, also, because shes been trying to get back into this house ever since she lost it, Lord, a big thank you for blinding the asshole thats doing my mother, so that he cant see what everybody knows. She doesnt really love him.