"Do you see them much?"

"I try to get up there a few weekends a year. They live in Asheville, it's about four hours away."

"I know. Dad has a cabin north of Weaverville. Spent a lot of vacations there."

She glanced over at me, a smirk on her face. "Never really pegged you for a woodsy, mountain girl."

"I have layers, not that anyone cares." I shook myself. Stop belittling yourself, stupid. Damn. Okay, change subjects before she scolds you. "Mom would have much rather had a beach house. A lot more prestigious than a cabin in the woods. Mom really cares about that stuff."

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