“Hey look,” Pete said, handing me his phone. “I missed a call earlier. Look who it was from.”
He’d pulled up a page with a description of a place that offers occupational, physical and physiological therapy. Something Something Rehabilitation Centre.
“So it’s a rehab place!”
“It’s like, physical rehabilitation. Not like drugs and alcohol.”
He took the phone back. “Oh,” he said, laughing. “I was excited! I thought it was someone we knew who was an inmate there!”
“Um, I don’t think they refer to them as inmates.”
“It was their one phone call!”