I’m not particularly hungry, but I stop long enough to say hello and offer thanks, since I’m not sure James will. But I’m shocked when I walk over just as he’s saying thank you and offering both older women a hug. Eula Martin holds onto James a little longer than is appropriate, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing as she says, “My, my, my. I’m not sure why you’re covering up all this with a shirt, but don’t do so on our account, young man.”
