“Hi, Aunt Rita. Why am I getting a call from you so early in the morning?”
“I want an ounce of marijuana.”
“Since when have you started smoking?”
“It’s not for me, but for a friend.”
“Does this friend have money?”
“How much?”
“Depends on what he wants. I have skunk weed that will not do much more than give him a headache. That will be seventy-five dollars. I have some good stuff that delivers a good high I can let you have for four hundred. Now if he is really looking for a good time I have some high quality, high THC content that will leave him feeling good for four, maybe five hours before he comes down. It is a mellow high that makes you happy and feeling good. Real good. Best of all, this particular strain does not have any of that annoying paranoid feeling. That will put him back nine hundred.”
“Wait one moment.” She covered the phone up so she would not be overheard. “What do you want?”
Angelica looked at me only a second before she said, “We will take the nine hundred dollar ounce.”
“Okay, give me eleven hundred dollars.”
“He said nine hundred.”
“I am the one making contact, I will be the one that goes to get it, and I will be the one carrying it if some cop should happen to pull me over. There is a price for that.”
Angelica and I put our heads together and conferred. She made a suggestion and I readily agreed.
“Okay,” my sister said. “Let’s go ahead and get two bags. That way we will not have to look for more anytime soon.”
“What has gotten into you two?” Rita asked.
Her curiosity was satisfied when we counted out eighteen hundred for the two bags and added four hundred to it for her.
“Do you have a way to smoke it?” she asked.
“What does that mean?”
“Do you have a bong or rolling papers?”
“No, what is a bong?” I asked.
“Give me another fifty. I will get one for you. You will have to figure out how to use it on your own.”
She went back to the phone. “Meet me at the gas station at Main and Second Street in forty minutes. He wants two of the nine hundred dollar bags.” She closed her phone.
“Why don’t you just tell him to come here? It would save a lot of time.” I said.
“You two young girls may have a lot of school and bible learning, but you know nothing of the world. First of all, you do not want a drug dealer, even my nephew, knowing where you live. Also, he is under the impression it is a male making the purchase. We do not need him to think any other way. Now you two try not to burn the house down while I am gone. I will be back in less than two hours.”
With that she grabbed her purse and was out the door.
While she was gone we tried to listen to the radio and watch TV, but the anticipation and excitement kept us from thinking about anything except the adventure we would soon have.
It seemed like most of the day had gone but actually it was only an hour and forty minutes before Rita was back. She reached into her purse and handed two bags of marijuana to Angelica. She put her hand in one more time and pulled out a plastic pipe with a smaller metal pipe sticking out the side at an angle. “That is a bong,” she said. “Let me suggest you put some ice and either soda or water into it before using.” She next pulled out a box of matches and a small can of air freshener. “When you are finished for the day, spray the area you smoked in with this air freshener. It is specially designed to eliminate the smell of marijuana.”