'If it's any consolation, I don't remember being her baby.' Cori shrugged but smiled sheepishly. The first memories that she had cared to keep were of living with her Aunt Annie and Uncle Jacen after her mother passed away, and even then she was just barely kindergarten age. Her memories of her mother consisted of what others had told her and the pictures on the fireplace mantles.
A big grin spread on Cori's face when she read David's final sentence. 'You've got dirt on her. Spill.' With that, she phased through him and into the office, getting out a few more pieces of paper. She pulled one leg under her and the other to her chest when she sat in one of the chairs, waiting for him to join her.