I laughed. "Tell me something I don’t know."
"What have you been up to?"
"Well," I opened, my tone implying there was actually something to tell her, "I’ve made a few decisions. Though there might be a fly in the proverbial ointment."
I glanced at her; did she really want to hear about my day? She tilted her head slightly and raised an eyebrow. So I decided she did.
"A woman I met on my hike last summer is moving to Bar Harbor. In Maine. She’s in social work, and she’s got a job at a recovery clinic there. She called last night to tell me about it. They have an opening in the clinic that I’m considering applying for." I paused to see where Nina’s thoughts were.
"Maine? Are you applying to schools in Maine?"
"Yeah. El Speed is there, at Orono. They have a decent program."
"I thought
