"That... that makes a lot of sense." Lisa was thrown off by the grandmother-looking woman that passed them- blank-faced and oblivious, and not in a 'possibly going senile' way. She'd never seen an old woman pass up a greeting before, and besides that, something about her just looked...
Well, mean. Unapproachable. Just like the rest of their deceptively mundane surroundings.
Looking back at Parker, she swallowed the added ball of nerves and thought for a moment. Food. Any food was Ben's favorite food, ever since he hit puberty. "Pizza, burgers, nachos. Uh, meatloaf, Italian food. Pie. Anything cheap and in mass quantities... Oh- I forgot. Here."
Lisa hooked a thumb under the thin, aging chain around her neck, and drew out a brass locket from beneath her under-shirt. She dug her thumbnail into the latch and opened it, holding it up for Parker to get a good look. "That's Ben."