"I might," Rahel replied easily. "I like it here. It's a change from D.C and I needed that. Less family around, therefore less suffocating. Although I'm sure the rain plays a part in clearing up the air." She didn't mention the husband, although the opening was there. She didn't want to talk about him yet. Things were still settling in her mind.
She uncapped her bottle and took another sip, mostly to keep her throat from going dry and her voice hoarse. "I'll keep an eye out for that paper... any books yet or is it too soon?" In D.C, publishing had been the mark of a good professor. It had tired her out. She wasn't a writer. She wasn't a researcher. If she had a skill, it was in teaching mathematics.