But that’s the thing, ‘tasha. I know I need help. God, do I know it. But who is there ta help me? Johnny? He won’t do it. He never had this much trouble with it. He was always the calm, cool and collected one. He made the deal, I jus’ wore it. There’s nowhere ta turn, ‘tasha. Y’can’t jus’ cure what I got.
[She holds his face in her hands, shaking her head defiantly] No, Danny. I’m not trying to… Wait… [She lets go and leans away from him] You think I’m trying to cure you?