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"Does he act…like…high or anything?" I ask

"No Maybe? I don’t know He’s juets a te to hu sounds stressed and sad

"What was he on…before?" I know so very little about drugs I’ve never liked theedfor my depression, but I refused I don’t like the idea of cheerous

"He took a lot of things Pills, mostly But at his worst, he tried meth," she says, and I react poorly

"Fuck, Kel? Meth? Jesus…and you , because I can hear her tears picking up again "I’m sorry I didn’tyou feel this way--for whatever reason"

"I know," she sniffles

"Can I talk to hi a ticket to fly hoht so I can choke the fucker

"No! No…he, he would just get angry that I’ to you about any of this," she says "Ty, I never said anything, but Jared…he doesn’t care for you It’s not personal, it’s just our history"

"Yeah, well, that goes both ways" I’s "Sorry," I throw in at the end, but only for Kelly

"No you’re not," she says, her voice evening out a little

"You’re right," I smirk "I’m not"

Silence starts to fill our tiround--the water running in the sink, her working a bottle together, getting it in her son’sup behind her