“Well, yeah.”
“Good,” she huffed, to my surprise. “He’s nuts.”
Hold up. “You know who he is?”
“No…I…” she stumbled, which made me turn. “He just seemed nuts.”
The sound of the rain on the roof helped buffer our movements inside.
“What will they do if they find us here?”
With another glance over my shoulder at the Serpents’ party off in the distance, I sank to the floor and pulled out a joint and felt the paper. It was still dry, surprisingly. There was an offshore breeze this evening, so I knew they wouldn’t smell it. I wet one tip and lit the other.
I caught a glimpse of her worried face.
“Not me I’m worried about.” Smoke poured from my lips.
“Oh.” She paused. “What will they do to me?”
“You ever see that movie, Black Snake Moan?”
She cleared her throat quietly. “Yes.”
I didn’
