I shot her a sideways glance to see if she was really as chirpy about it as she sounded, and she looked happy, so hey. I said, “He’s good people. Awful to travel with, especially if you have to fly across multiple oceans, but otherwise super good people.”
“Do you travel a lot?”
“My mom’s people are in Mumbai, so we go to India every couple of years. She died before I went to college, so we try to keep in touch. But he’s white as hell and grew up here, so he’s always weird outside his comfort zone. India doesn’t really have a comfort zone if all you know is the US.”
We chatted about my family for a few, which took us inside the restaurant and past ordering. I was getting a little worried that I was talking about myself too much, so I oh-so-skillfully changed the subject by asking, “What
