"Kentucky," she confirmed. "And I'm sure we can pick one of those dry counties too. It will be good for him whether he likes it or not." And them. She liked Nate, she really did. He was caring and smart and intellectual - at least when he was sober. His drinking, his melancholy and his restlessness wasn't just hard to cope with but put hem in danger. In her mind the less Nate was able to drink, the better off they all were.
"Come on, help me find one of those dry counties, and we can start looking for rentals and jobs. And I know we don't need to be out of here before Thursday, but the sooner we can leave the better. We'll start over, and this time we won't make the same mistake."