Temple passes me the phone. âHurry up, okay?â she whispers. âWe want to make it to the Tap before last call.â I look at her enviously; all the girls here go out together at night after work, to bars, to parties; they never ask me to go along. Iâve been trying to talk more with them, but their group seems tight. Iâm too young, anyway, to go to bars. Only Linus seems interested in me, mostly in a motherly way, pushing plates of potatoes and bowls of lentils to me across the grill island. Linus does not go out with the girls. Sometimes sheâll tell me sheâs headed to a meeting after work. âAddiction isnât nine to five,â sheâll call out cheerfully. âYou can feel like shit twenty-four seven. Thatâs partly why I work all these shifts. Have to keep busy, keep the demons at bay.â
âCharlie. Sweet Charlie.â Itâs a woman; her voice is throaty, assured.
I twist the phone cord between my fingers. âWho is this?â
âCharlie Davis, soul sister, after all the time we spent together, all that time sharing our blood stories, and you donât recognize my voice?â
My heart drops clear to my feet; my entire body goes up in flame. âHello, Blue.â