George Brought a Sealed Legal Folder to His Son’s Wedding in an Atlanta Hotel
“I’m fine.” She patted her blue silk scarf.
At the head table, Samantha tapped the microphone.
“Before dessert, I want to borrow my new mother-in-law.”
Evelyn’s finger stopped on the hairpiece.
“George.”
“I’m right here.”
Samantha smiled with her mouth.
“Come up, Evelyn.