Chapter 10Jesus, she’s not even trying to hide it anymore.
I had awakened in an empty bed. When I went to go find Janine the house was empty and there was a small, mostly empty bag of dope and all its accoutrements on the coffee table in plain view. The night before we had argued, and it seemed to me we argued every day now, and had been for two months, maybe three, maybe six, I couldn’t even say. We argued about money, about drugs and alcohol, about appliances and grocery shopping and s*x and the pets. The list of things we did not argue about was much shorter.
I told Cindy as much when I arrived at the coffee shop to find her already there with a double shot espresso waiting patiently for me. Gracious Cindy, the epitome of a best friend. She had never abandoned me, or judged me for any
