Rickets’ House was busy like it always was. Cars filled the parking lot and were lined up on one side of the driveway. Groups of people were walking to the party as we passed. One guy signaled at Tray and said, “The lot’s full, but you can try, man.”
Tray nodded and lifted a hand in thanks, but he still turned into the driveway and through the parking lot. A car was pulling out, so he pulled in, but instead of getting out right away, he looked over at me. I knew what he was going to ask, so I said first, “Mandy has a drug problem.” Then I waited. A moment of silence lingered between us. I sighed. “Did you know?”
“I heard rumors. I didn’t know for sure.” He paused, then murmured softly, “I’m sorry.”
I jerked my head in a nod. Whatever. My sister had a problem. “Yeah, well, she’s going to
