285: NEED A HAND

LUKE'S POV "So, you tell me, mother. Are you still on drugs?" I quizzed my mom, with the both of us still ensconcing ourselves on the edge of the bed. I think I knew the answer. But I just decided to throw the question at her, and now I was expecting a replication. "The thing here is that..." "Don't tell me that. Just please give me an answer. A yes or a no." She glanced at me at that moment. "You don't have to be so rude to me." "Not rude to you, but sorry about that." "Hmmm hmmm." "But you just have to give me an answer to my question, Mom." "Well, yes. I'm still on the drug stuff." I sighed, driving my hand through my hair. "I knew it." "Then why did you ask me?" "I just wanted to hear what you have to say." "And you did." "Yeah, I did," I whispered. "Are you going to help me?" "Help you with what?" "Two things. My relationship with Catherine and the whole drug shit." I chuckled. "Okay, let's not get things wrong around here. I might help you with the drug problem a