Chapter 10Miguel sat in the middle of the sofa in front of the window, and to his left, Juanito sat on the single couch. I chose the other single couch to Miguel’s right and across from Juanito, the centered coffee table separating us. Oddly enough, that was where Juanito and I had sat earlier today.
Miguel chugged his drink, and I had a feeling he wanted more. I glanced at Juanito, who kept his eyes on Miguel with a smile of deep interest that couldn’t fool me. At least he didn’t seem tempted to drink like years ago, so that was a relief. I was proud of him for managing AA all these years. Tonight, I’d wondered about Miguel when it came to drinking, but I also didn’t know him well enough to assume anything.
My eyes bulged when I saw that his glass was empty in about a minute. “Wow, you
