Allison was very glad for the way John handled her slip up. She didn’t ordinarily bring up her mother to near strangers, but he seemed to understand. It wasn’t something she’d ask about. If he really understood loss, then she didn’t want to press for more information. She knew how painful it could be talking about losses, especially when said loss was a person.
She raised her eyebrows slightly at his question about dip, smiling a little as she reached for the refrigerator door. Inside was a tub of French onion sour cream dip. “Is this okay?”
Leaving the fridge open for John, Allison got a bag of potato chips from the pantry. She removed the clip that kept the bag closed and shook it until her bowl was full of the crisp snacks.