Isznt dug into her shit for the baggie. She stepped outside to wander down the footpath that wove between half a dozen trees. This short adventure in the dark brought on some tensing up but did not impede her skill at rolling. Making preparations for the cumbersome joint, Janey turned once to stare back for anyone who might be checking. The porch light went on for half a minute. It was one of the sisters. Janey curled the papers into a cylinder, loaded and licked it. She was standing there revolving the number back and forth between her fingertips as the sister with a strange gait proceeded down the path.
“It's like turning a roasting pig, the way you do that,” the damaged sister commented.
“The contents get more even,” Isznt explained. “Also, the papers get a chance to dry.”
“Not good doing this inside, I suppose. Too much talk … though it’s warmer.”
“I get under the porch overhang when it's raining. It sends you reeling into another realm, what with the rain splashing in your face and all.”
“Depends on how crazed you were for it in the beginning,” speculated the other. “Anyway, am I allowed thumb?” Her request lisped through protruding teeth past the masculinity of a slight mustache. Without waiting for a reply she produced a lighter and they got the show in hand. The weed fairly catapulted the two into free space.
“I'm pleased to have this one ready for you,” Janey responded.
After the initial hit Isznt lifted the item for the other to grasp. The unlit end went into her horse face. “Occasionally it happens,” nodded the lucky recipient without fully opening his mouth so as to hold it in.
“I must warn you about the young women around here,” said Janey. “I've seen them come and go for onwards of three years and I know a few things. It starts with holding hands at a party. Maybe you go for a late swim at the when it isn’t crowded. Anyway, the sisters fight over the newbies like seagulls screaming over a slice of pizza on the pavement.”
Janey’s knuckle went up to do a sort of kiss to the tip of her nose. She dropped her hand when handed back the joint. Smiling when the recruit brushed back some hair with her hand Isznt reached to muss it up again.
“I'm not sure I'm taking this right,” mused the young one aloud.
“Not at all,” Janey assured her. “This is a safe house. You couldn't come up with anything that would run morale down. Shrug off what you don’t like and store up anecdotes for when you depart from this bunch.”
“If you say so,” said the girl without a clue.
“They won’t likely caused you enough trouble to warrant your staying away. Anyway, you get a laugh when one falls for you.”
Sighed the other: “They’re not so terrible.”
“Let me tell you something. I’ll walk you through the seduction. You don’t know the town so you see everything as big, like a fourteen-year-old. After leaving the house in the middle of the afternoon you lie about your age and come out of a drinking hole only half seeing things.
Of course you’ve outgrown any...