January patted the envelope in the passenger's seat, which she had checked meticulously over the past week, making sure everything was in order. She had taken the year off to work in Texas before applying to grad school for teaching, and was finally done with her application, heading off to the post office to send it in. Dick had asked her where she applied, and she responded, off-handedly, "oh, you know, a bunch of places." She hadn't mentioned, since that night over coffee at The Lily Pad, that she hadn't applied anywhere in Texas.