My mom made queso dip and warmed up some tortilla chips in the oven. She added all sorts of goodness on top of the chips and put them back in the oven. Ten minutes later, she brought out a huge, sizzling plate full of chips and set it on the table, with queso, guacamole, sour cream, and picante sauce in little bowls around that plate.
"You guys don't mess around with your 'snacks' do you?" Trina said after a bite of chips.
"Nope," I managed around a mouthful, "What can I get you to drink?"
She didn't look like she knew what to ask for.
"Is Sprite okay?" I offered.
"Sure," she said.
"Mom? Would you like one while I'm up?"
"Thanks, sweetie," she replied.
I got them each a glass of Sprite over ice, brought those to the table, and went back for my own.
We sat and talked for a few minu
