“So you started volunteering at a soup kitchen?” She hums. “Not started, no. I only work there on Thanksgiving. It’s their busiest day of the year, and it’s saved me from spending it alone.” There are so many things I want to unpack about that statement, but I don’t know where to begin. Again, I choose to play it safe. “You’ve done this before?” She nods. “Every year for the past ten years.”
