“Now this is important. If you should be caught tell them it was Rodriguez Santos that got the stuff for you.”
“Who is Rodrigues Santos,” I asked.
“Until last Friday, he was one of your garbage men. He also sells drugs, but he has left here to return to Mexico. I have doubts your police will go to the trouble to extradite a man for only selling a couple of ounces of weed.”
“If everything goes smoothly and you need more, I will get it for you under the same financial terms. Agreed?”
“We agree,” Angelica said.
“Okay, now to a different matter. I have things I need to do. I will clean your parent’s room and do the kitchen. I will not be here more than a couple of hours. Can you survive until Wednesday in a dirty room?”
“Our rooms are not that bad,” I said. “We will make up our beds and no one will ever know the difference. Our parents hardly ever come into our rooms anyway.”
“Give me one hour to finish upstairs. Then I will spend an hour in the kitchen and be done. You two okay with that?”
We both eagerly nodded our heads.
Rita left us to do some cleaning upstairs. We went to the internet to look up how to use a bong. It seemed simple enough. We looked at the weed and opened a bag to smell it. The smell was not pleasant, but we were not interested in the smell.
It was not long before Rita came down the stairs. We waved to her and giggled as we passed her and raced to my room. It was only a few minutes past eleven. We had at least nine hours of privacy.
My desk had two chairs, the same way Angelica’s desk had two chairs. We spent a lot of time in each other’s room. We sat down and placed the bong on the desk between us. I opened one bag and pulled out the weed and filled the thimble sized holder with it.
“Who goes first?” I asked.
“Me of course, I’m the oldest.”
I watched Angelica put the top of the bong to her mouth, and then following the instructions we read on the internet, covered the hole in the back of the bong with her thumb. She struck the match and held the flame to the weed while inhaling. When the tube was full of smoke, she removed her thumb. The smoke vanished from the tube as it entered my sister. At once she jumped to her feet, knocking her chair over in the process. Her eyes opened wide and her face turned red. I watched her doing her best to keep it in. It seemed to me she did okay. She held her breath at least ten seconds before she exhaled.
“Wow!” she said. “That was something.”
“Are you high?”
“Not yet. At least I don’t think so. It takes a few minutes to work its way into the blood stream and reach the brain.” She handed me the bong and said, “Okay, Sis, show me how it’s done.”
I repeated the actions Angelica did only a minute earlier. The only difference was I did not knock my chair over. I took a Kleenex from the box to wipe my watery eyes.
“I want to do another hit,” Angelica said.
“Are you sure? The way Rita’s nephew described it, this is some pretty strong weed.”
“Not so strong I cannot do one more.” She reloaded the bong and did as she did before. This time the reaction from her was not as strong. I figured she knew what to expect.