The pitcher of milk sits in the center of the table.
Mom buys at the commissary.
As Mom puts the finishing touches on dinner, I sit down at the table next to my Dad. My brother and sister are engrossed in a tv program. He has a habit of putting his knee under the table and making this rickety army-issue table vibrate and dance the food all over the place. Then I shriek, and Dad laughs. He loves to tease.