At lunch out with the office today, my coworker (in her fifties, divorced, with a college aged daughter) turned to me and asked what I was doing for Christmas. I told her I would be spending it with my family at my aunt and uncle's house. "Are you married?" she asked. I have worked in the office for six months now, and there are only nine of us there, but I suppose some things can get overlooked.
"Nope!" I replied cheerfully.
"No kids?" she persisted.
"Nope!" I replied pleasantly.
A small cloud passed. A brief knitting together of eyebrows. "How old...?" she said, and then stopped herself. "No, that's alright," she murmured.
"That's alright," she said. I nodded. We both reached for our ice water and turned away to join other conversations.
It's December, but it never feels like Christmas, anymore.