48It wasn’t until I pulled up in front of my room at the DeeLite Efficiency Motel that I realized I hadn’t smoked all day. I hadn’t even thought about it since that morning, when I’d tried to light up and found Eddie Sr.’s dead body instead.
So did I want a smoke now? I considered it as I switched off the headlights. On the one hand, the fact that I hadn’t thought about smoking all day was a good sign that I hadn’t fallen off the wagon completely. I could just write off the one I’d smoked the night before as a fluke, a temporary relapse.
On the other hand, now that I thought about smoking, I craved it again. Nothing helped me wind down at the end of the day like a cigarette. After the day I’d been through, who could blame me for having one?
Since my room was non-smoking, though, I
