“OK, whoa.” Spider held up his hands. “Don’t yell at me, alright? I’ll explain everything, but keep your big, ass-kicking body over there.”
“Fine,” Mac hissed. “I’m staying over here. For now.”
“OK, well…” Spider looked at Mirrie cautiously. “Does he know what you were doing after you left him?”
“You mean my drinking?”
Spider nodded.
“Yeah. He knows I relapsed for a year.”
“Right.” Spider sighed. “You were so fragile back then… I wasn’t sure how you’d react to what I had to tell you, or what you’d decide to do if you knew. When you were drunk, you were unpredictable and impulsive, and I had visions of you going out to The Fallen Angels clubhouse in a blind-drunk rage and shouting at Ace. I decided to focus on helping you get sober, and then I’d share everything with you.”
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