The memory somehow made the hair on my back rise. A distant, logical and pedantic part of my troubled, aching mind sought to inform the other part –...the instinctive, impulse-driven part – that technically, I had no hair. No back for that matter either.If I really had to be true and faithful to that stream of thought, I should have insisted on telling myself that I had no brain either, no corporeal existence of any kind. In a sense, it wasn't even me waiting to re-integrate across the other end. Then my brother asked how it would work, and we decided we’d each take a turn coming up with them. I’m first, I said. Okay, then I’m next, my brother said.I pretended to think for a moment, but I already knew what I wanted: I told them I wanted my husband to sit beside my brother on the carpet, so I could watch them touch themselves. I knew it was a pretty risky dare which they might turn down, so I promised that if they did, I’d part my legs a little, so they had something to look at.To my. Plates were passed, food was fed into wet waiting mouths and drinks were filled once more. Missy spoke into her walkie talkie and within minutes a young aproned boy came out of nowhere to collect everything leaving the already half drunk liter and the five blunts on the table cloth.Missy handed each girl a blunt and whipped the table cloth off, spun it around and laid it neatly on a patch of ground nearby. She passed her lighter around and each girl sparked up their huge blunt and blew five. ” She snickered “geez you don’t pick up on nothin”I guess I didn’t really get that but even though it was a shock and came pretty quick I think it’ll be fun. She did mention it was “redneck” so she put it. Apparently they stay away from that part of town. But I told her that people can come visit whenever they want or we can visit them. Cause we honestly did love their company . Juba was great to us. “he won’t lose her Juba. Me neither. I think everyone in this town as been amazing to us.” I.