Honestly she would do anything not to think about the bad things. Not so much the zombies in general, though that was a total damper. But when she even thought in the slightest about her daughter, it all made everything much more difficult. That might sound callous to some, but it was the only way she knew how to survive. If she thought about it, and let her grief consume her, she wouldn't be able to function at all. He helped to distract, and she honestly didn't know what she'd do without him. Fall apart utterly, she supposed. If he did fall for some girl, she would be very cross. Well no, she wouldn't but she'd give him a hard time anyway.
"I knew it!" she said with a fake gasp. "Well while you're looking after it, make sure that it doesn't grow two sizes, all right? Though with the way we eat around here, that will never happen." Thank god.
Of course he could. And he'd look brilliant doing it. Well women's suits were a bit more complicated and involved skirts sometimes and pantyhose and all of that stuff she now avoided like the plague. She waved her hand at him dismissively and ran her other hand through her hair. "It isn't perfect. Far from it. I'm lucky when I get to wash it." Her nose wrinkled.
"Shall we go now? Is that what we're doing? I suppose it does. All department stores have them, I think."