Sharp Objects - Pg 96

  I remember finally meeting her mom, how she zipped around our suite asking so many questions, knowing already so much about me. She gave Alison a big plastic bag of safety pins that she thought might come in handy, and when they left for lunch, I surprised myself by bursting into tears. The gesture--so random and kind--baffled me. Is this what mothers did, wonder if you might need safety pins?