Crossed Fingers

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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.