Her uncle, who was behind her in the buffet queue, rested his hand on her shoulder. ‘Are you okay?’
Cara couldn’t answer. Mummy had never put mayonnaise in bowls; she’d always placed the huge jar of Hellmann’s at the centre of the table, where it belonged, and they would see how much they could spread on their toast without it dripping off.
‘Cara?’ said Uncle.
She shrugged off his hand, grabbed a chicken wing, and moved along. The mayonnaise days were over.