"Yeah," Genesis nodded, "Baton Rouge. Never got to Houston though, didn't much go anywhere before coming here." She had noted the pause in Beti's words, noted the slight hesitation. She wasn't quite sure how to read that, beyond the fact that some people were uncomfortable talking about their pasts. There were parts of hers that she would have liked to keep quiet as well, but her drug problems and incarceration were public record (or, at least, illegal to lie about officially). You couldn't get a job in this country without people finding out you'd done five years in prison, and Genesis had been lucky to find somewhere that hadn't rejected her outright for that. She owned the Western Funeral Home a lot, and so Beti could keep whatever parts of herself private that she wished, as far as Genesis was concerned.
"I miss that humid heat," Genesis admitted. "Though I'm betting if I went back I'd be complaining about it. But there's nothing like a hot stormy summer's night, you don't get that here."