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Chapter 6: Of Realizations and Reprehensions
The rest of the night was pretty ordinary, Angel snagged four of the five guys numbers even though his heart didn't really seem to be in the chase. The fifth one in fact, had not been gay but thought it was a great way to 'score chicks' as he'd so eloquently put it while trying to proposition Mimi outside the bathroom.
The heroin was slowly wearing off as Mimi and Angel walked home. They didn't talk, just walked, their footsteps were the only sounds that dulled the sharp silence.
It wasn't even a friendly silence. It was due them being distracted by the scenery (broken down homes lay scene to a guy picking up a hooker) or them being engrossed in thought. Their silence was jagged and biting, even through her drugged daze, Mimi could sense that.
When they arrived home, Angel wordlessly began toward his bedroom but then stopped as if he'd changed his mind.
"How much did you use?"
"What are you talking about?" Mimi asked without missing a beat. "How much did I use of what?"
"Don't play dumb Miriam." Mimi instantly regretted every telling her full name. "I know it's something, smack, coke, something. I wouldn't care if it was marijuana, but it isn't."
Mimi's whole body bristled. "So that's what this is about," she said quietly.
"Yes!" Angel said in an uncharacteristically harsh voice. He took a deep breath and looked into Mimi's eyes. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice?"
Honestly, Mimi had never had someone who would notice if she were high and be concerned about it. It was a strange feeling, having someone looking out for her. She just wished it wasn't about drugs. "I didn't think you would notice, or care!"
"Well I did. And now, there's more questions. What is it? How long have you been on it?"
Mimi opened her mouth to lie again but looking at Angel, she decided against it. "Smack," she said quietly. "But it's not a regular thing. Just once in a while. On and off for the past two years."
"Mimi, I know we've only known each other for a little while, but I care about you. I want you to stay here but…I don't want drugs in my house."
She was getting kicked out. Angel had used pretty words, but Mimi was getting kicked out all the same. Her mind began working over time, calculating how long it would take her to get an apartment of her own. She'd have to get another job other than the one at the Cat Scratch and save most if not all her money. No more smack, no more simple luxuries like food and toiletries.
"If you stay here, you'll have to get clean."
Angel's words cut through Mimi's frantic musings. Stay here? She looked up at Angel. "Would you really let me?" By the look on his face she knew he would. "Would you help me?" She asked, knowing that it was the more fitting question.