Maeve waiting for the answer, Nevaeh was honest, “Didn’t think she’d want to go. Or have fun. In fact, I’m almost positive she wouldn’t have had fun.”
Raising her bushy eyebrows, Jodice’s dark face was mean as she barked, “And why wouldn’t she have had fun? If y’all wasn’t doing nothing wrong miss thing?” Neveah counted the reasons down, “She don’t like walking, we were hiking and dancing and out very late, she don’t stay up past seven o clock. Maeve doesn’t drink, dance, smoke, she doesn’t like most foods, and wasn’t going to be accommodating to all the traveling and moving we were doing. We would have had to plan the entire trip around what she couldn’t do. And that would end with sitting and looking at shit...why would we do that?”
Maeve gave her a stank expression, “I’m thirty-nine
