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I looked around my short entryway. It smelled like smoke—not cigarette, but something more vinegary and foul.
“Minnie?”
Her plaintive meow came from underneath the couch. Which I realized I could see quite clearly, because for some reason, my dining room set was gone. I stared at the dimples the table legs had left in the thin carpeting.
“Jake? Jake!”
“Hang on!” There was stomping in the bedroom, behind the closed door. Jake’s head peeked out furtively, like he thought it might be someone else to whom I’d given a key. Seeing me, he smiled. “Edie!”
“Who else would it be?”
“You’re all right! I was worried!”
Worried didn’t equal calling, apparently—my phone hadn’t had a single message before its batteries ran out. Or picking up his phone when I’d called him earlier, that either.
My brother engulfed me in his arms. He smelled like flop sweat and his week-old bristles were rough against my cheek, but his hug was a throwback to an earlier Jake, one I hadn’t seen in quite a while.
When he pulled back I caught his chin with my left hand. “How are you?” I asked, looking deep into his eyes for pupillary response.
“I’m— Stop that, Edie. ”
“I’m just wondering—”
“I’m not high. Promise. And it’s not for lack of trying. ”
“Um, yay?” I dropped my bag and went over to my couch. “Where’d my table go?”
“I was performing an experiment. ”
“Which was?”
Jake began walking back and forth in my narrow living room. “For the past couple of weeks I’ve been having problems getting high. ”
“And this is bad why?”
“Edie—just listen, okay?”
Pac
ing, he looked like the older brother I remembered, the one who was nervous before a calculus test or wanted advice on asking a girl out to the prom.
“I’ve tried everything. And I mean everything. Lots of it. And I just can’t get high. Not like I used to. I feel it for a bit, sure. But not for long enough to count. ”
“How’s this tie into my table? And chairs?” I pointed at the place where they’d been.
“I needed to sell them to afford my final test. ”
“What?” I stood up. “You sold them?”
“I pawned them. With the camera. You can get them back still. ” He stopped at the outer parabola of his pacing arc and snorted. “They weren’t worth much. ”
“Jake—you stole from me!”
“Pawned. Pawned. It’s different. ”
“No it’s not!”
Jake grabbed my arms. On his whip-thin frame, I could see the exit and insertion sites for all of his muscles, the keloids beginning on his antecubital spaces from too many needlesticks. “Edie, I did two grams of heroin. I’m still alive. That much heroin would have killed a horse. ”
And that’s why I worked at Y4. I wasn’t sure how the Shadows kept him clean, but when Jake treated his liver like a chemistry lab, I had no choice. If he’d really done as much heroin as he said he had—I shook myself free. “Or you bought shit drugs from a shit supplier and you’ve done too much long-term brain damage to know the difference. ”
“Oh, I’d know. I’d know,” Jake said, mostly to himself.
“Jake, you stole from me. ” I crossed my arms.
“But I’m like Superman!”
“Superman doesn’t shoot smack, Jake. ”
“Edie, you just don’t get it—”
I sliced through the air with my newly scarred hand to cut off his protests. “What I get is that you stole from me. ”
“Pawned. You can get them back next paycheck. Nurses make a ton. ”
