Nora blinked. “You’re moving to Spokane?”
“I couldn’t stay in Eugene. Staff in the reentry program treat me like I should be in rehab. My case worker refused to consider a more suitable long-term placement.”
Winnie’s face twisted with dislike. “You should have seen the girl they assigned me. Looks like some cokehead off MTV. She’s telling me how to act and dress and setting me up to fail at the same time.”
Nora frowned. “I thought they were supposed to provide a supportive environment.”
“That butch b***h can’t see past a crime I committed when I was twenty years old. I’m too old to waste time fighting with her. I have serious plans for my life.”
Nora grunted, trying to make the sound come across as sympathetic.
“I’ll drop my things upstairs,” Nora said. “I know a nice cafe a couple o
