“You degenerates. Drugs! Contraband! Bill, be a doll and make your auntie a tall, cool, legal one.”
Bill was playing at bartender when Lou come out of his bedroom fully dressed but with the turban still on. He grabbed the drink out of Bill’s hand before he could offer it.
“Make room for mother, boys,” Lou said, but then he sat in a chair several feet away.
George stood and passed what remained of the joint to Bill, who had rejoined them at the table. This time Bill took it. There was no conversation for a while. Then they heard loud cackling male voices from the street below.
“I better be going,” George said. “The ferry leaves soon.”
“Spend the night,” David offered with a flourish of his hand. “There’s always the other day bed.”
George appreciated the offer, he said, but he had a wh
