Ashley propped herself up against the back of the couch, reaching over with her now free hand to grasp her mother's again if Helen would let her. The problem with blurring the details and trying to keep Ashley from worrying was that she would worry anyway. She always did where her mother was concerned.
"What's he like?"
Her voice this time was far less provocative and more innocently curious. She wanted to know if this man would be good for her mother, even in a friendship-only capacity.