“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?”

“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!”