Her fingers brushed toast crumbs from her skirt to the floor where she would sweep them up later when dinner was done. "Your Mama was a special woman. One of a kind." she said sincerely, reaching across and squeezing his hand in response to him sharing himself and his past with her.
"I want to help, Steve. I've got hands that work and they're going to." she nodded, "You can teach me how to make the sock soup and I can make it when you need it too."