“Let’s see,” she said to the boy standing behind her. Julie had half her body in the pantry. Looking for anything she could spare for the boy to take home, she gathered canned goods and boxes of prepared mixes.
“Does your family like beans? I always have beans.” Julie didn’t want to offend the boy, but his dad had been out of work and any little bit helped.
Finding a jar of marshmallow fluff, said “this is great with peanut butter”. The boy frowned.
“My sister does, I think it’s gross.” Mary smiled and added it to the bag.