“That’s Ponce de Leon Park, where the Atlanta Crackers baseball team plays. We’ll walk over there later,” he said. “There’s an amazing feature in the outfield.”

“I can’t imagine anything related to baseball I’d find amazing,” Violet answered as she kissed his cheek. “You’ve been to Atlanta a lot, haven’t you?”

“Yes, I have relatives over here. You’ll meet some of them later.”

Violet raised her eyebrows and said nothing. Sam hadn’t once taken her to spend time with his parents.

Sam jumped up and grabbed Violet’s hand to exit in front of Mary Mac’s Tea Room, promising her the best lunch she’d ever experience. A large woman with red hair in a messy bun greeted him at the door. She hugged Sam and extended her hand to Violet. “I’m Regina, honey. Welcome to Mary Mac’s.” She led them to a table near the front window.

Sam fluttered his napkin across his lap and announced, “I’m trying to fatten her up, Regina. We’ll have chicken and dressing, mashed potatoes, green beans and cheese grits.”

“Well, sugar, I’m bringing y’all fresh peach cobbler for dessert, too. That ought to help,” she answered. “She’s very pretty, Sam.”

Violet regarded Regina with a smile. “How long have you known Sam?” she asked.

“Since he was in short pants and spilling everything I brought to the table. His family’s been comin’ here long as I can remember.” She patted Sam’s back affectionately. “How’s your daddy and mama?”

“They’re doing very well, Regina. I told them I’d say hello and give you this.” He held out a small package wrapped in pink.

“White Shoulders? I was almost out!” she exclaimed. “Thank you, Sam. That is so nice of y’all.”

“You know I wouldn’t show up here without a present for you, Regina.” He glanced at his watch. “We need to hurry up so we can make a movie time at Loew’s.”

“Lunch is comin’ right up. I’ll bring some sweet tea to get y’all started.” Regina hurried off and returned almost instantly with sweet tea and a huge platter of food. The chicken and dressing—Violet’s favorite dish—was heaven on a plate. She stuffed herself as Sam watched with an amused smile.

“Are you going to have room for peach cobbler?” His eyes were wide.

“Can we come back for that later?” Violet suppressed a burp. “I think I need to walk for a while before I eat another bite.”

They hugged Regina goodbye, promising to return after the movie.

Violet blinked at the afternoon sunshine and clutched her stomach. “I’m probably going to fall asleep during the movie,” she told Sam.