"Tits, maybe," she said, reaching a hand down to cup one of her breasts. The other hand moved to place the cigarette between her teeth before mirroring and cupping as well. "They seem to have gotten bigger and better. But everything else is sagging." She took a drag and blew it out through her nose. "You'd feel the same way if you didn't age for almost 15 years, you know."
Teaching. As if it was such a poor profession. Her hands dropped to her sides. Teaching wasn't so bad, but she supposed she knew what he meant. Before she decided to be a guidance counselor, she'd had a hard time figuring out exactly what to do. And opportunities on the island were extremely limited. It seemed like almost everyone she knew from her past was working with children. Well, except for Noelle. But she was an entirely different story to begin with.
Cate plucked the cigarette from her mouth. "What would you be doing, then?"