"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."
"Did she come from the upper crust?"
"Actually just on the outside. My dad did, old money. Not as much now as there was, but Mom, she went to a fancy prep school on a scholarship, always watching the kids with better
