“Point taken. You’re not thinking of having kids right now, are you?”
“Oh, God no,” Bobby lied. “Right now that’s the furthest thing from my mind.”
“Good. What kind of drugs does Stephanie do?”
“Crack.”
Bobby noted that his father seemed genuinely saddened by all of this, but not particularly surprised.
“I thought that would shock you,” Bobby said.
“What?”
“The drugs, the whole thing…”
“No, nothing like that shocks me anymore,” Jack Coyle said. “At the hotel you shocked me. I’ll give you that. But when it comes to drugs, no. Don’t forget, I’m an editor at one of the largest publishing houses in the United States. I have to deal with bestselling authors who go and get themselves strung out on drugs at least once a year, each and every year. Although with them it’s not crack. It’s us
