Nothing.
Next stop, Grade E. We set up
the meet at his house.
Not far.
He opens the door and his eyes
practically pop
clear out
of his skull. Wow. You look
great. See? What
did I tell you?
Guys like girls thin. “Uh, can
I come in?” He steps
out of my way,
ushers me back to his bedroom.
Mom won’t be home
till later,
so we’re cool. We sit on his bed,
and that makes me
slightly uncomfortable.
When I open the baggie,
give him a taste, he
just about
goes ape shit. That’s what
I’m talking about.
Where
did this come from? Local?
He’s right where
I need him to be.
So I say, “I can get more.
But it isn’t cheap.”