And yet when I looked down, my hands were trembling in my lap, in much the same way they did when I was jonesing for a hit of something.
“Find me a meeting. Ireallyneed a fucking meeting.”
“That’s where we’re going now,” Naomi replied. “Crenshaw United Methodist Church has one starting soon.”
“Good,” I grunted.
“Um, meeting? At a church?” Saylor asked tentatively. “I didn’t know you were religious.”
My bark of laughter was harsh. “Fuck, no. It’s an NA meeting. For addicts,” I went on when it didn’t look like she understood. “Because the one thing guaranteed to make an addict relapse is losing control.”
“Oh.” Saylor stared down at her hands in her lap and pursed her lips like she was trying and failing to find something to say.
I should reach out to her, let her know I still loved her, but I couldn’t.
I turned and stared out the window instead.
Breaking News from the Babbler
Long Licks Guitarist Malcolm Holt Married
He Said I Do to Who?
Exclusive Details
*photo of Mal and Saylor at LAX*
GuitaristMalcolm Holtproved there’s always room for love, as he married a mysterious blonde beauty sometime after the end of the Long Licks’ Infamous Tour.
As seen in the video below, Holt refers to the younger blonde bombshell as his wife.
*video of tussle at LAX*
No word yet on who the mysterious beauty is or when and where they got married, but considering they arrived at LAX from the international terminal it’s safe to assume they were enjoying their honeymoon when word broke of the tragic death of drummerGio Barone.
We broke the news a few days ago that Gio Barone died Saturday night of a drug overdose. The death was called in by his girlfriend, later identified asAmaya Cahill.
Barone was 45.
Chapter 15
Saylor
I’d never felt so lost in my entire life.
My heart ached for Mal, but every time I reached out to him, he pulled away. I didn’t know what to do, how to comfort him. I didn’t even know he needed a meeting, whatever that was.
We sat in the SUV in front of a church for over an hour after Mal went inside.
Naomi was nice enough, asking if I needed anything, but when I shook my head, she ducked her head back into her cell and that was that.
I pulled my phone out in sheer boredom, and after I powered it on, it pinged again and again with alerts.
“Looks like the news is out,” Naomi murmured from the front seat.
Considering our greeting at the airport, it would make sense that people knew about Mal’s friend’s death.
But as I read my text messages, I realized that wasn’t what she meant.
