I nodded.
“You got any siblings?” he asked.
“No. Dad said it took them a while to get me.”
“Do you keep in touch with your mom’s side of the family?”
“No,” I admitted. “My mom’s parents completely disowned her when she married my father. She was supposed to marry the son of her father’s business associate, but she traveled to Ireland and met my dad. It was over for her.”
“Why don’t you have any kind of social media?”
“I have social media.”
“No you don’t. Not personal shit.”
“Dad said it wasn’t a good idea to put personal stuff out there for anyone to find, so I just never did it, I guess.”
I couldn’t believe I was telling him all this crap.
I blamed it on the drugs and forced myself to shut up.
“What does your dad do?” Jekyll asked.
“You should ask him that.”
“I will. But do you know what he does?”
“He sells aluminum siding,” I said. “What’s with the twenty questions?”
“Just gettin’ to know you, baby.”
I frowned. “Why do I feel like that’s not true? Why do I feel like I’m being interrogated?”
He shrugged. “Don’t know.”
I couldn’t bite back a yawn as the meds kicked in.
“Sleep, Indigo. I’m gonna be here for a bit.”
I didn’t have the energy to argue and sleep quickly took me.
* * *
Jekyll
Once I knew Indigowas out, I stepped out of her room and called my president.
“Hey, brother, you talk to your girl?” Sundance asked as he answered.
“Yeah. Don’t think she knows anything about her pop’s shit.”
“No?”
I dragged my hand over my beard. “She thinks he’s in sales. Aluminum siding or some shit.”
“Well, fuck me and call me Linda.”
I sighed. “Yeah.”
