“Handled it like a pro,” grinning a little before returning to her position.I went back to work and started scanning the next item, but Tommy and Martha were still on my mind. I couldn’t help but imagine what kind of talk they would be having at this very moment in the car. Would she ignore it and appear as if nothing had happened, or would she engage in conversation with him and perhaps even offer an apology that she was unable to muster in the store?As I packed goods for the next customer, I prayed Tommy would recall what he had seen that day. even though his mom didn’t.Perhaps he would learn from experience that it’s acceptable to own up to mistakes and that offering an apology does not indicate weakness. Perhaps even when the memory of the apples had faded, he would still carry with him the modest act of bravery he did at the store today.