This happened a few weeks ago. I was in the cafe at some odd hour overnight at the same time that the one security guard was on break/lunch. She started with small talk… Typically, I dislike small talk. That time, I really wasn’t in the mood for small talk.
She said, “Do you just have the one child?”
“It’s a boy, right?”
“How old is he?”
“He turned a year in July.”
Then the dreaded question… “Do you think you’ll have another one?”
“No, my husband passed away in July. That’s not going to happen.”
Then she expressed her condolences in an “exit stage left” sort of manner. I haven’t had to worry about small talk since then.
People mean well. Who expects for somebody with a one year old to be a widow?