doesn’t care. Come on.
Let’s sit over there, okay?
He knows better than to
touch me again. For some
insane reason, I follow him.
The casino carpet is purple
with wavy green lines, and
it’s making me seasick.
I will myself not to puke,
and we sit in some eggplant-
colored chairs at the far end
of the foyer. I can’t look at him
as he launches his story. Yes,
I knew Bree … Kristina. We went
out a few times, and we did
a lot of crank together. All true.
That night—the one you mentioned—
we were messed up. Wasted, in
fact. Now, I don’t know …
Have you ever done meth?
I have no choice but to
look him straight in the eye.
I shake my head. “Never.”
Well, here’s the deal with meth.
You’re not always in control,
and that night everything got out
of hand. I’m not proud of what
happened, but the truth is,
she kind of asked for it….
Bzzzzzzz. My face flames.