Chapter Five
Sunday Morning
“I’m ADD,” I said when Becca picked me up.
“What?” She wore a delicate silver necklace that dipped down between her breasts.
“Well, nowadays they call it ‘Predominantly inattentive ADHD’, but ‘ADD’ is so much simpler.”
She pulled over. “Why are you telling me this?”
I took a breath. “Yesterday you told me you were bipolar, have multiple personalities ...”
“Body dysmorphic, and nymphomaniac, yes. Well, technically a ‘s*x addict’. I’ve been diagnosed with all four, but I think most of it is bullshit.”
I took another breath. “I wanted you to know that you’re not alone. I’m on a spectrum, too, even ...”
“... if what you’re dealing with isn’t as severe?” She reached for my chin.
“I’m sorry, Miss Becca, if you think I’m speaking out of turn.”
She was silent
