“Yeah, she spoke to me,” I replied, moving straight for the table and pulling out a chair next to Mam. “She spoke a lot, actually.” Taking a seat, I retrieved both bottles from my pocket and set them down on the table in front of me. “As a matter of fact, she had a lot to say about this.” I took my time glaring at each of them individually before asking, “Why didn’t any of you tell me that my best friend is bipolar?”
