Chapter 57

“Yes, Ma’am. Quentin’s gonna go see the Chickamauga battlefield site while I visit.”

That statement prompted Mr. Wilson to launch into a discussion of the Civil War in general and the local battlefield in particular.

During a lull in the conversation, Mrs. Wilson said, “I hope you boys can stay to dinner.”

“Actually, Grandma,” Nate said, “we’re planning to take you guys out to a nice restaurant, but I won’t turn down lunch tomorrow.”

“What do you say, Nancy?” Mr. Wilson said. “You’ve been bellyaching lately about not going out enough.”

“Okay.”

“We’ll have to use your car, though,” Nate said. “We’re in Quentin’s Mustang, and it doesn’t hold four adults very comfortably.”

“That’s not a problem,” Mr. Wilson said. “The poor old thing doesn’t get driven enough as it is.”

The conversation ranged over a number of topics right up until it was time to go do dinner.

“Grandma?” Nathan said. “Do you have a favorite restaurant—one that you don’t go to very often?”