I smile again and give his hand a squeeze. I get one of the chips and dip it in salsa. My tongue burns because it was not mild. I cringe a little, but do not say anything.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
"In my contact with people I find that, as a rule, it is only the little, narrow people who live for themselves, who never read good books, who do not travel, who never open up their souls in a way to permit them to come into contact with other souls -- with the great outside world." — Booker T. Washington, Up From Slavery