“So the first thing I have to do is get a New York state driver’s license sorted out,” Zoe said. “Then I can apply.”
“That’s great. You’re going for it for sure then?” Lorna looked up from examining the label on a can of peas and dropped them into the cart Zoe was pushing. They’d been here a week, and this was already their second trip to the grocery store.
“I can’t lie around the house all day painting my nails while you support us with your books,” Zoe said. She was already looking into how to become a deputy here. She kind of liked the idea of working on the boats that patrolled around the shore. “It will take a while, though. I can pick up some shifts tending bar or waitressing until then.” Lorna didn’t argue, which Zoe appreciated. She didn’t want to be a kept woman, and Lorna didn’
