His smile goes crooked again. "I grew up in Atlanta." He explains. He sits back as the waitress brings their drinks back for them. She sets the lemon in front of Kevin, and he just plops it in the drink, and sips it through the straw, because at least then he's not drinking ashes.

"Miss Amelia still lives there." He toys with his straw. "I thought you might like to meet her?" He doesn't look up at her. "We don't have to, of course, but I thought it might be nice."