Peter materialized in the bathroom mirror behind me like some kind of bizarro vampire. 'How long have you been lying to me?' he said. He took out exhibit A: a rolled dollar bill. 'I found this on the coffee table.'

I shrugged. 'That is a rolled bill. It is not a drug,' I said, high.

'Maya, c'mon. You don't have to lie to me.' He called me by my name when he was serious.

'Don't be serious,' I said, as if I didn't want to hear it.

'I'm not an idiot. Whatever. It's your life. I don't even know why I try_' And then he said more things. Things I didn't care to hear. Things that made me try hard to think of other things until he left and I could get more high and not think about anything.

Ogden never gave me shit. Ogden only listened.