When she herded them to bed, Eddie pulled out a joint. We were sitting in the living room by then. “You guys smoke?” he asked.“Yes,” both Caro... and I said.We ended up smoking two of the thick joints. The best pot I ever smoked. Shared by all the adults except Essie, who told us she avoided mind alteration. “A glass or two of wine is all,” she said. Though she must have had some contact high with all the smoke in the room. Her mother never returned.“I should go check on Cheryl,” Saul said at one. Their quarterback faked the handoff, stood up and hit their wide receiver on a slant. We had committed to stopping the short-yardage run. When our cornerback slipped, it was an easy score. They were now only down 14 – 10.On the next series, their sneaky defensive coordinator got me. In my head, I screamed that Wolf was too wide open. I hit a sprinting safety as if I intended to throw it to him. Fuck! I hadn’t thrown an interception since the first game, and again this one was a pick-six. We. Since the gathering at the poolside the previous weekend, where they almost seemed to be plotting something, it was constantly tugging at her mind. The dread was there, just below the surface.Mort scared her with his ever darkening personality. Billy was always smiling and contrasted his brother's foreboding. Stan too had a light and airy way about him. Not quite as free as Billy and nowhere did darkness envelop him the way it had his older brother.At least that was what Carmina thought.Shortly. This is all my own writing. Jen helped me in a few places but mostly she said it was better if it was my own writing. I know I’m not as good at writing as some people but I try really hard and I think I’m getting better. Jen said I still have some things to learn about grammar so maybe I’ll ask Miss Little to teach me more grammar. I feel sorry for the boys who have to go to the Grammar School. Imagine having a whole school just to teach grammar. It makes sense that they would make boys go.