Lina's car had been in better shape than her apartment, but that wasn't exactly uncommon for her neighborhood. A cousin of her boss had partially rebuilt it and was looking around to sell it, and Lina had managed to work out one hell of a deal with him. She took a lot of pride in that car. She missed that car - that certainly hadn't been a lie. At least she knew it was in good hands while she was gone. She shrugged it off.
"I spent some time in Louisiana when I was a kid. Mostly New Orleans. Still can't imagine what you must be going through." She couldn't remember the name of the town he had mentioned on the computers, but odds were good she wouldn't have known it anyway. It was during the dark times that she and her parents had lived in New Orleans. Her dad had killed himself there. There were a few good times she remembered. Her parents had enjoyed the town, and all the jazz music in particular. She remembered going to a festival and her father forcing her to dance with him. She remembered a trip they'd taken her on to watch someone wrestle alligators. She remembered a lot of fishing trips. But for the most part, those has been the worst times. The days leading up to her dad giving up on everything.