Helen wanted to say something, she wanted to counter her daughters flippancy toward her death. It was hard to bite back a comment but this was supposed to be a nice meal for the three of them.

Thankfully James was there to save her, as always. "Thankful or a glutton for punishment." She smirked and sipped her wine before digging in to her pasta.

"You know, this might be a good weekly event, getting together for dinner. Maybe include some friends on occasion."