Once Mary smiled, Heather did, too. And it was a sincere one, at that.
"I bet. I mean, even since I was little, all kinds of stuff changed. I can't even imagine what you must be feeling about it all. Must be like The Jetsons, right?" She laughed a little and took a bite of her sandwich, and maybe it was her imagination, but eating something homemade like that just tasted better. And by homemade, she didn't mean something she'd thrown together herself. It had been a while. "Okay, and this is the best peanut butter and banana sandwich I've ever had, I hope you know."