Kat produced a stainless steel straw from a small makeup bag. It must have been her roadie kit. She rapidly inhaled one line, leaned her head back and sniffed again, then rubbed her nostril from the outside with a finger. She breathed in deeply. "This shit is so fucking pure," she said. "An old coworker can get the best blow. You'd like her."

I smiled. The possibilities already started to swim in my head. This iceberg was going to be full of fun surprises, I guessed.

She leaned back down, repeated the same ritual with the second line, and passed me the straw. It had been a few months. But...