"Oh sweetheart do you have to wear that?" Jean asked of her eldest child, spatula covered in pancake batter held in her hand. Her daughter just shrugged as she reached for an apple from the bowl of fruit on the table.

"What? I thought you said I looked nice in this? That it was quite a fitting tribute to grandpa?" For almost the entire summer, starting in late June, she had worn the faded military jacket, ignoring the trapping of heat.

"It is sweetie, just today is the first day of school, don't you want to make a good impression?"

"You were the one who said only the insides count, right?"

"Right, but Lindsay!"

"Mom I'm not changing." Jean had shot her daughter a look, before have shook her head in defeat.

"Well can you at least have some pancakes? Please?"

"Yeah, any have chocolate chips?"

"Of course."