In the rear view mirror, I saw Juan’s eyes dart toward me and back to the road. A few beats went by as I considered how to answer. "It’s complicated. Not as straightforward as drugs or alcohol. Why do you want to know?"
"We’re all spilling our guts in there. Even Jennifer. She’s told us what it was like for her."
"Well, actually, you’re not spilling your guts. I haven’t heard you say anything about yourself at all."
He turned back toward the front, so I added, "Here’s an idea. Once we get where we’re going, I’ll tell you how my addiction feels, and if you want you can tell me how yours feels."
I got no response; we’d have to see how things went.
Emmett chose the place where I’d had my first meal on the island. As soon as he sat down, he looked at Juan and asked, "You buying?"
Juan lo
