“I only found out this morning they have an interest. Not a lot of time to prepare but with God at my side I will succeed.”
Before he could say more, there was the honk of a car horn. We looked out the window and saw the taxi in the driveway. Dad grabbed his bags and his bible and was out the door. We waved to him as he rode out of sight.
Once it was just the three of us Mom said, “I hate to leave you two alone, but I have several meetings today with the Church Auxiliary. We are planning the fall events and as the wife of the minister, I cannot miss it. I’ll be back late, probably about nine o’clock. Go ahead and order a couple of pizzas for dinner.”
Mom hurried to the car and soon it was just the two of us.
“So what do you want to do now?” Angelica asked.
I looked at her and smiled as I said, “I want to get high.”
If she was surprised, she did not show it. Our thought processes and thinking patterns were remarkably the same. All the time one of us would complete the other’s sentence. It drove Mom bonkers. We desired the same things and had the same goals.
“So how do we go about getting any weed? I don’t know how to get something as simple as beer. We’ve been so sheltered we have no knowledge of things outside this home or our church.”
“Rita does,” I said.
“Our maid?” Angelica asked. “Do you think she would?”
“It depends on how we ask her. We have to put it to her a certain way and maybe if we are lucky, we might have a fifty-fifty shot.”
“How do we ask?”
“Don’t beat around the bush. We come right out and tell her what we want. She will say yes or she will say no. If we pussy foot around, she will have nothing to do with it.”
I considered everything for a moment before asking, “How about cash?”
“I have fourteen hundred dollars stashed away. You have a little over thirteen hundred in your hiding place.”
I was not the least surprised she knew where I hid some money. I knew where she hid hers and how much she had.
“Okay, that should be more than enough. If she says yes, we experience something new for a change.”
Thirty minutes later Rita walked thru the door. She saw us sitting at the kitchen table and could tell from the way we looked something was up. “Good morning and what is wrong?” she asked in the same sentence.
Angelica wasted no time in coming to the point. “Rita, we want to get some marijuana.”
The maid paused for a second before saying, “Why do you come to me for this?”
“You are the only person we know well enough that is not a member of our church that might be able to get what we need.”
“Where will you tell people it came from?”
“We will not tell we got it from you, we promise,” I said. “Besides, no one but you, me, and Angelica will know we have it.”
“And how do you promise?”
I paused for a short time before realizing what she meant. “I swear in the name of God I will not tell.”
“I also swear in the name of God no one will ever find out from me where it came from,” Angelica added.
“Let me make a call. I do not promise anything, but I will see what I can do.” She pulled her cell phone from her purse and touched one of the speed dial buttons. She put the phone on speaker so we could all hear.