was hooked until I
couldn’t have one. No
one at my house
smoked, at least not
so you’d notice. Not
my mom. Smoking
causes wrinkles. Not
Scott, who had
a family history
of emphysema. Not
Leigh, who said
they made
your hair smell
like an ash
tray (only true
if you don’t
smoke). Surely not
Jake, the
ministud athlete. Nope
I
was most definitely
out of luck.
For the moment
anyway.
It Got Worse
because just about then,
my mom came home.
Good. You’re up. You looked dead
to the world, so we let you sleep.
Leigh shadowed her