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.
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Crossed Fingers
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