After exchanging appropriate pleasentries, you immediately ask her what had burned in your brain since you last saw Jimmy. "Why did you give him the fish?"
"What does it matter to you?"
"It matters to me because that boy is my nephew."
Instantly she softens up. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she says, her eyes welling up with tears, "I thought he was one of the orphans who occaisionally wander in."
Feeling bad for her you say, "Don't fret, what's done is done. Let's just go find him."