Jane eyes my fries. “That looks disgusting.” “Ketchup and mayo?” She nods. “Try it.” I push my tray toward her and watch as she carefully dips the very end of a french fry into the sauce before tasting it. She immediately makes a face. “Oh, no. No, no, no.” She takes a long drink of her lemonade before she speaks again. “Looks disgusting because it is.”
