The memory hits me hard—despite how far along she was in the pregnancy that year, Mom still insisted on visiting Evie. Everyone laughed when we arrived, joked that they didn’t think we’d make it, and with a rare smile, my dad admitted that there was a time or two driving down those back country roads when he thought the baby was going to come no matter what. That first night here, after the traditional welcoming dinner over the grill, Mom complained of gas. Two hours later, it was labor. The next morning, Evie woke Ray and me and Stephen, spending the night, to drive us into Franklin to see the new baby. In that pre-dawn world, as we sped down the road, Grosso’s had been open. Now it’s closed.