I like this memory
The last few times he had been coming into the office, I noticed that Jesse had been driving a different car to work.
I was very intrigued to know what was up with this.
I walked into the kitchen to ask him about this.
"Hey, did you get a new car?" I asked him.
No, he told me. This car was just a rental. He had been rear-ended, and he was getting his car repaired.
I asked him if he was okay. He was.
Then I told him how my sister had just totaled her car. I told him that she was fine. Then we talked about what she was going to do with her totaled car, for a little bit.
After that bit, I felt the conversation coming to a natural end. I started thinking about mosey-ing my way out of the kitchen.
Then Jesse brought it up again.
"Is your sister okay?" He asked me.
I had told him that she was fine, and I had meant it. She really was fine.
I wanted to tell him again, that she was fine.
Jesse was looking at me though. His full attention was on me. I felt compelled to share the whole picture.
I told him that she was basically fine, but had complained about some whiplash.
He told me that she should see a chiropractor then. He even made a cracking motion with his neck as he said this.
I agreed with his suggestion.
He had stated the obvious, but that didn't matter.
Jesse was so sweet :).