With a nod of thanks to Margot, I told him, "I think so. I think he senses that when I commit to something, I commit completely. I’m either in it, or I’m not. And I managed to convince him that I care about him, and that recovery from addiction means that I want him to recover himself." There was a roaring silence for about five seconds before I added, "I guess I didn’t manage to convince you. You don’t see me as someone who goes all in."
Drew pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes tight shut. Then he said, "That’s where you’re wrong."
I didn’t hear what he meant. All I heard was an accusation. "Yeah, well, that’s the trouble, isn’t it? You seem to think I’m wrong about a lot of things."
He shook his head. "No. I mean you have convinced me."
I waited a couple of beats before saying,
