Chapter 9

She asked me to take her home with me.

When we got home she was already sleeping.

I picked her up.

She reeked of Marijuana.

I opened the door.

My sister was there.

So was my mom.

They asked who she was.

I told them her name.

They made a face.

They could smell what I did.

My mother asked why she was over.

I told her she was stoned.

My mother crossed her arms and sighed.

She told me told me to hand her over.

I did.

My mom put her in the guest room.

I went to the guest room when everyone was asleep.

She didn’t smell like marijuana as much as she did before.

I went under the covers and laid next to her.

I held her.

She’s a lot more fragile than she looked.

She was small.

I held her hand in mine.

Her fingers were crossed.