When we met Jason’s parents, his mom immediately began bringing out food, fried grits balls, deer jerky, and hot green tea.  Sam wandered through the background, muttering a greeting of sorts, while ignoring Jason and me.  It wasn’t until we were ready to leave for dinner that Sam came out to join us.  Again saying nothing, except to his wife, to confirm that we were going out for Italian, Olive Garden, just down the street.

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