So far this conversation was going better than the one with Bobby, possibly because Lina wasn't dropping crumbs and food wrappers everywhere. Avery also tended to talk more easily with women for the most part, as long as they weren't the overly touchy-feely types. He didn't fare well with anyone who was that sort, for obvious reasons. After checking a few more tags on the snowsuits, he found a large that was navy blue and tugged it closer so he could check it for holes or rips and a working zipper.
"I never got over to New Orleans," he said. "Where I lived was a good peace away from it." People usually thought that was odd, but the Westons had never had money for traveling. A long car trip with his parents and siblings wouldn't have been what Avery would have considered fun, anyway. He would have liked to see New Orleans with Violette, who was still going to school there, the last he'd heard. He hadn't heard anything from her directly, but people in town talked. Just the thought of her made something inside him close up like a fist, and he pushed it aside. "Where're you from?" he asked, since he didn't remember seeing that on the journals.