Seneca smoked cigarettes and for a brief moment Gretchen felt her irritation spike again at her immediate assumption that she had again been mistaken for her cousin but she quickly calmed herself. Cash certainly knew who his own sister was, or at least she would hope he did.
He was probably just trying to be nice.
“I think I’d prefer to try gin anyway,” Gretchen said with a small smile. “Find a vice of my very own to see me through the season next year.”
Bee is tremendous, isn't she?