When Phoebe Crivari-Routledge and her mother, Charlize, hear word of Phoebe's father and her half brother's sole guardian being presumed dead at sea,
they drop everything in effort to care for John B and move back to the obx.
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It has now been nine months since we arrived in Outer Banks. Nine months of living on figure 8 with my self-absorbed step-father and a mother who secretly loved the significant difference in social class.
Nine months since my brother shut me out clearly and completely.
Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to have power and a nice house with food being a certainty. I just hate the people here, really hate them. I hate even more how my mother so easily slipped into kook life. It's like she conveniently forgets the reason we came here in the first place; to help my brother after our wacky father went missing at sea.
She claims no fault of her own, always reciting how she tried to get John B to move into our house but he refused to live on Figure 8. I can't say I blame him, the people here treat pogues like shit just because they can.
There was one plus side to living on the rich-infested side of the island, you have better luck finding drugs than you have finding sand on the beach. It took me only a few weeks to meet Barry and Rafe.
