Chapter 46: Back to Formalities
Her eyes brighten at the thought and she nods for the first time. "Something cheesy. No salt and vinegar."
I smile. Salt and vinegar potato chips have been an ongoing struggle in my home growing up. They are my father's favorite and my mother can't handle the smell of them. "On it," I say digging through my purse for loose change.
If she wanted to munch on cheesy chips rather than food then I could at least give her that wish. There wasn't much else I could do to help her.
She grabs onto my hand as I step out of the room. "If your brother contacts you, run right back to the room."