Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
M.J. sang out the chorus.
“Here you go, honey.” Bernard raised the light to the tip of the joint and triggered the flame. “Hey. I have a good joke. There’s tons of people on an airplane and it begins to be a rocky flight. The pilot jumps on the microphone and—”
“Absolutely not!” Claire blew smoke in his face and handed the joint to me. “That is a racist joke.”
“Yeah. Leave it alone, Bernard.” I took the joint from her. “It’s just going to get you in trouble the rest of the night.”
“Damn right.” Claire chuckled.
I inhaled some of the joint.
If I’m in limbo, should I be smoking at all?
In some branches of Christianity and even Islam, there was a temporary state of limbo after death. There, souls were supposed to be purged of their sins before entering heaven or hell.
I took another hit of the joint.
This can’t be a place of purification. It wouldn’t have weed here.
“I asked you to do one thing.” Horace lowered and grabbed the glass on the floor. “I begged you to keep it together this evening and you couldn’t even do that.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Ryan did a dramatic sweep of his hands. “I hope I’m not embarrassing you in front of your friends.”
I handed the joint to Claire. “Thanks.”
“I can’t believe you would even smoke with me now.”
Bernard frowned at Claire. “But how is the joke—”
“Leave it alone.” I gave him a sad smile. “You want her to be pissed with you for the rest of the night?”
“Exactly.” Claire chuckled. “Maya knows me well.”
Bernard pursed his lips together.
I checked Shi.
I couldn’t tell her expression due to the mask, but her eyes were wide open and focused on me.
She probably wasn’t expecting to be hot boxed with ganja in a limo this evening.
Already, I was starting to feel the effects of the joint. I was getting light-headed like I was floating on a cloud.
I gazed at my hands. “What is happening to me?”
Claire chuckled. “It’s the good cannabis, honey.”
“No. I’m talking about the fact that I’ve already died at the party once.” I shook my head. “I keep living this limo ride over and over. What would you do if that happened to you?”
“What?” Claire leaned away.
Horace pointed at me. “You see what I mean? Maya should not be smoking.”
“But, what would you do?” I held out my hands. “What if you kept reliving the same moment over and over?”
“You police my drinking.” Ryan pointed at Horace and then gestured to me. “But let your lover smoke all she wants?”
“Lover?” I quirked my brows.
Shock covered Horace’s face. “What did you say?”
Ryan’s eyes watered as he glared at Horace. “You heard me.”
“Lover?” I touched my chest. “Are you talking about me or Claire?”
Claire let out a nervous giggle. “He is not talking about me. That is impossible!”
I reached for the joint.
“Absolutely not.” Claire gave it to Bernard. “Put this out. We’ve all had enough champagne and marijuana—”
“You’re fucking her!” Ryan spat the words out.
Everyone snapped their views to him.
Horace spoke through clenched teeth, “Lower your voice and calm down so we can have this conversation later—”
“Later?” Ryan dug his hand into his purse and yanked out green panties. “I want a divorce!”
What the fuck?
“And here you go, slut!” Ryan threw the panties at me.
They hit my chest.
“Ewww.” I picked them up with two fingers and slung them on the floor. “These aren’t mine. They’re too big in the back like the woman has a nice butt. This can’t be me. I swear.”
Ryan glared at me. “Next time you fuck my husband in my home, take your panties with you—”
“I have no ass at all. Like none! That person has a booty. Look at the size. I shop in the teen section for underwear.”
Claire touched her forehead. “That is too much information.”
“Not only are those not my panties!” I held out my hands. “But, I haven’t had sex in five years!”
“Liar!”
I shook my head. “I wish my vagina could tell you.”
Horace held his hand at his forehead. “I am not having sex with Maya, Ryan. Is that what you’ve been thinking?”
“Seriously!” I shook my head. “I would never mess with a married man, and I thought Horace didn’t like women.”
Tears left Ryan’s eyes. “All year, I find panties throughout our house. What else would I think? And, Maya is always calling you in the middle of the night to have you leave the house and do all types of emergencies for her—”
“What the hell?” I blinked. “I have never called Horace at night for an emergency.”
Is he lying on my name? Come on.
“Okay.” Horace waved his hands. “Ryan, this is Defcon level behavior right now. Enough. We will talk about this later—”
“I want a divorce!” Ryan dug in his purse and yanked out at least six pairs of panties. Some white or black, but most were red.