“HIS FACE WAS buried in the pillow and his arm hung off the side of the bed. He was so still. “Is he alive?” I asked Bobby. “Relax, Stoshack,” Bobby replied. “Can’t you see him breathing? He went on a bender and he’s sleeping it off. Didn’t you ever get drunk?” “No, I didn’t.” It didn’t surprise me to hear that Bobby had been drunk before. If he was addicted to something as dangerous as heroin, he must have used alcohol. Me, I took a sip of my dad’s beer once and almost threw up. I don’t know ho...w anybody can drink that stuff. Suddenly, Jim started mumbling in his sleep. It was hard to understand what he was saying. It sounded like, “I miss you, Charlie”—or something like that. “Who’s Charlie?” Bobby whispered. “Beats me.” “I won those medals, Charlie,” Jim mumbled. “Won ’em fair and square. You believe me, don’t you?” Jim rolled over and thrashed around, muttering something unintelligible. “We can leave the money on the night table with a note,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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