Anna continues to buy drugs from Bobby. She thinks she's hiding this from Jack who thinks he has his own secrets.
How's it work?
Breathe slow and deep. Taste the air. You can't disconnect taste from smell or memory. If it's sweet, I think of my first lipstick, Tangee. The power in that. If I taste salt, I think of the sea, the first time I felt a board tilt under me, lifting as it slid down the face of the wave and I stood up to the power of the ocean. Eyes open wide, sweep the negative spaces, see all the edges glow, how some colors thrum where they touch. How anything vibrates if you see it well and fully. Sounds: the wind in your ears, your own heartbeat. And touch. I hold my own hand and plant my feet. All of this at once, a tapestry, a grid of protection. I design the hurricane and stand in the peace of its eye.
So how's it going?
It's hard. I'm still learning. Jack does it without even thinking about it.
Do you want the fives or the tens?
Are you sure?