Page 115 of Lovers Like Us
She sniffs, eyeswatering.
“Did you call Mom and Dad?” I ask and standup.
She nods. “Dad wants you to callhim.”
Alright.
I near and bend down to hug my sister. I squeeze tight, and she squeezes back tighter. “I’m glad you’re safe, Luna. I loveyou.”
Her tears wet myshoulder.
I kiss the top of her head, and when I back up, Jane gives Luna a side-hug. “We’re lucky to have you here. This bus was missing some Lunalove.”
“Totally,” Sulli agrees and passes the cookie bag toLuna.
“Watch out,” I say, “those aredisgusting.”
At that, Luna basically shoves the whole cookie in her mouth and mumbles, “Cool, potcookies.”
“Wait, what?” My mouthfalls.
Farrowrises.
Color drains in Jane’s cheeks. “Merde.”
Sulli’s green eyes grow to saucers. “Huh?”
Luna chews, crumbs fall out of her lips. “You guys don’t taste theweed?”
Farrow snatches the cookie bag as she goes to grab a second one.Thank you.He sniffs the cookie and then yells, “Donnelly!”
Back door cracks open, and Donnelly slips out, shutting it behind him. “What? Beckett?” He walks past thebunks.
“He’s fine,” Farrow snaps. “Did you bring pot cookies on thebus?”
Donnelly relaxes. “Yeah, some girl was selling them at that last rest stop. They’re good,right?”
Mystery solved. I’mhigh.
FuckingA.
Jane leans forward to look at Donnelly. “Why didn’t you tellus?”
“You didn’t know?” Donnelly frowns. “They’re not mild. They tastelike—”
“Okay, thesethree,” Farrow says and points to me, Jane, and Sulli, “have never smoked weed. Let alone eaten edibles. They don’t know what that shit tasteslike.”
Sulli can’t pick up her dropped jaw. “I thought it wasorganic.”
Donnelly looks around for his client. “Beckett would’ve tasted theweed.”
Wow. So I just learned my younger cousin has smoked potbefore.
And so has my littlesister.
Awesome…facts. I rub my dry, scratchy eyes. But sarcasm aside, I’m glad Iknow.
“He didn’t eat any,” Jane tellsDonnelly.
