“Why? Because I’m a recovering addict?” Abby accused of Paige. “I know that’s what you were thinking.” “No. well…,” Paige angled her small head, her blond locs a shade brighter than Tahli’s. “I was thinking crackhead. But you’re not a crackhead. Which…why you ain’t never do crack, Abs? I mean, you did heroin. So, why not smoke a little crack? You got nothing to lose?”

