Minnie was 14. She liked bright red lipstick and getting high.
She had one joint left. She rolled over on the brown pull-out couch mattress and looked at the clock. 5:30. She sighed.
She wanted to save the joint for after the kids were in bed. She had to baby-sit for her parents that night.
She stretched herself up and off the mattress. She pulled on a pair of blue jeans. She was wearing a long blue t-shirt.
She sat on her front porch of white. The top step. Her mother made her smoke her cigarettes outside. Minnie only did when her mother was home. Her mother wanted her to smoke in the backyard, too.
She saw him a block off riding towards his home. He was on the other side of the road. Her drug dealer.
He noticed her a few moments later.
She noticed he slowed down before he reached her. He looked over at her once as he passed by.
She watched him make a sudden turn, riding up the small grassy hill on The Marshall's front yard. He looked back the way he had come, stopped at the top. One sharp white sneakered foot on the ground.
She watched him decide.
He rode down the hill, then went back the way he had come.
He looked at her twice.
She looked up ten minutes later, and there he was heading back from where ever he went. This time on her side of the road.
When he reached the edge of her property, she looked up at him, stood and went into her house.
To smoke a joint.
Minnie threw on her black sweater and running shoes. And lipstick.
"Mom," she yelled, from the front door. "I am going over to Krystal's house to get my Led Zeppelin CD and then to the store for some chips and stuff."
"Okay, Dear," her mother poked her head out of the kitchen, to look at her. " We are leaving in an hour."
Minnie opened the screen door and stepped out.
She had one joint left. She rolled over on the brown pull-out couch mattress and looked at the clock. 5:30. She sighed.
She wanted to save the joint for after the kids were in bed. She had to baby-sit for her parents that night.
She stretched herself up and off the mattress. She pulled on a pair of blue jeans. She was wearing a long blue t-shirt.
She sat on her front porch of white. The top step. Her mother made her smoke her cigarettes outside. Minnie only did when her mother was home. Her mother wanted her to smoke in the backyard, too.
She saw him a block off riding towards his home. He was on the other side of the road. Her drug dealer.
He noticed her a few moments later.
She noticed he slowed down before he reached her. He looked over at her once as he passed by.
She watched him make a sudden turn, riding up the small grassy hill on The Marshall's front yard. He looked back the way he had come, stopped at the top. One sharp white sneakered foot on the ground.
She watched him decide.
He rode down the hill, then went back the way he had come.
He looked at her twice.
She looked up ten minutes later, and there he was heading back from where ever he went. This time on her side of the road.
When he reached the edge of her property, she looked up at him, stood and went into her house.
To smoke a joint.
Minnie threw on her black sweater and running shoes. And lipstick.
"Mom," she yelled, from the front door. "I am going over to Krystal's house to get my Led Zeppelin CD and then to the store for some chips and stuff."
"Okay, Dear," her mother poked her head out of the kitchen, to look at her. " We are leaving in an hour."
Minnie opened the screen door and stepped out.
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