Chapter 9

“Jesus, Landry. I had no idea.” I felt so small right then.

“Why would you? It’s not like I go around advertising my issues. But the one constant in my life, the thing that’s never failed me and doesn’t care what I look like or whether I’m perfect, is music. I can always count on it take my fears away, to make me feel better.”

I sank back against the cushions. “I guess I can understand that.”

“I’m not excusing my behavior, Jimmy. But I wanted you to maybe get a little background as to why I might have reacted the way I did.”

I thought about what life must be like for someone with a challenge like that. I decided he was coping admirably well, despite it all. “You’re forgiven, Landry. But maybe you should avoid drinking completely. It really doesn’t do you any favors.”

“I know, and you’re right. Can I ask a question, though?” He pulled a leg under him and leaned back against the arm of the couch.

“Sure.”

“Why did you get so angry about me being drunk?”