“They could play an endless game of hide-and -seek in so many rooms and up and down the halls that intersected and turned into dead-end porches and rooms full of wax begonias and elephant’s- ears, or rooms full of trunks. She remembered the nights – the moon vine, the everblooming Cape jessamines, the verbena smelling under running feet, the lateness of dancers.”

“They could play an endless game of hide-and -seek in so many rooms and up and down the halls that intersected and turned into dead-end porches and rooms full of wax begonias and elephant’s- ears, or rooms full of trunks. She remembered the nights – the moon vine, the everblooming Cape jessamines, the verbena smelling under running feet, the lateness of dancers.”

— Eudora Welty