Nacho's - St. Nacho's 1 Chapter Thirteen When I got home the only people left in the apartment were Stan and Jordan. I said a polite hello, but they seemed to be in deep conversation, so I went onto the balcony to smoke. Jordan seemed agitated, and Stan was using that supercilious, smooth voice of his to calm him. It wasn’t long before Jordan came to the slider and opened it. “I’m going to go with Stan for a while. He thinks I need a meeting.” “Are you okay?” I asked. I knew Jordan attended regular AA meetings. He was years past his “thirty meetings in thirty days,” but often went every day anyway. “Yeah.” He sighed, raking his hand through his hair. “I don’t know. I’m…I’m just going, okay?” “Okay.” I watched him walk across the living room with Stan and out the front door. Stan turned to me and gave me a look that was hard to decipher. I wondered if he thought maybe I was bad for Jordan. It wouldn’t have surprised me, given what he’d said about the accident.
