Last week, I went over to visit my Mary.
I got up onto the porch, and I swore I could smell the odor of weed.
I looked over at the gate between Mary’s home and the neighbors, and I saw some smoke coming over the fence. I shook my head, thinking that they were smoking too much marijuana if I could smell it on my friend’s porch. I knew I was blaming the wrong people for the smell of marijuana when Mary opened the door. The smell of marijuana was so strong that I backed up a step. I stepped into the house, and the haze of marijuana smoke was in the air. I thought maybe her boyfriend was out of jail, but she shook her head no. I asked if there was somebody else at the house, and she shook her head no again, and before she even talked to me, she went out to the family room, drank a large glass of kool aid, and pulled a couple of mints out of the candy jar. She had one in her mouth and she handed me the other. Mary chuckled and raised an eyebrow. She admitted it was a secret. I knew my mouth dropped open as I stood and stared at her. My friend tried to swear me to her secret of using marijuana. If I hadn’t been so shocked, it would’ve been laughable. There wasn’t a single person I knew who would suppose me if I were to tell them that my friend Mary used marijuana.