"Sounds like it would be nice," Carla Jean says, smiling a little at the thought before she takes a long drink in turn. "Me, I'd take somewhere in the middle. Not sure I'm cut out for livin' in a city, but I don't know what I'd do with acres, either. There wasn't a whole lot of space in the trailer park where I lived before this." She speaks lightly, devoid of any self-consciousness. She's never seen any reason to be ashamed of where she comes from, the life she had before here, and that might be especially the case with someone else who isn't used to living in a place like Darrow. So she lived modestly. That's no less true now, even with the money to her name that she gets every month. It's hard not to get a little stuck on that, sometimes. She doesn't know what in the hell Llewelyn ever thought they would've needed that two million dollars for; even if everything had turned out alright, she doesn't know what they would have done with it.
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Date: 2015-01-12 07:05 am (UTC)