“Our rooms are not that bad,” I said. “We will make up our beds and no one will ever know the difference. Our parents hardly ever come into our rooms anyway.”
“Give me one hour to finish upstairs. Then I will spend an hour in the kitchen and be done. You two okay with that?”
We both eagerly nodded our heads.
Rita left us to do some cleaning upstairs. We went to the internet to look up how to use a bong. It seemed simple enough. We looked at the weed and opened a bag to smell it. The smell was not pleasant, but we were not interested in the smell.
It was not long before Rita came down the stairs. We waved to her and giggled as we passed her and raced to my room. It was only a few minutes past eleven. We had at least nine hours of privacy.
My desk had two chairs, the same way Angelica’s desk had two chairs. We spent a lot of time in each other’s room. We sat down and placed the bong on the desk between us. I opened one bag and pulled out the weed and filled the thimble sized holder with it.
“Who goes first?” I asked.
“Me of course, I’m the oldest.”
I watched Angelica put the top of the bong to her mouth, and then following the instructions we read on the internet, covered the hole in the back of the bong with her thumb. She struck the match and held the flame to the weed while inhaling. When the tube was full of smoke, she removed her thumb. The smoke vanished from the tube as it entered my sister. At once she jumped to her feet, knocking her chair over in the process. Her eyes opened wide and her face turned red. I watched her doing her best to keep it in. It seemed to me she did okay. She held her breath at least ten seconds before she exhaled.
“Wow!” she said. “That was something.”
“Are you high?”
“Not yet. At least I don’t think so. It takes a few minutes to work its way into the blood stream and reach the brain.” She handed me the bong and said, “Okay, Sis, show me how it’s done.”
I repeated the actions Angelica did only a minute earlier. The only difference was I did not knock my chair over. I took a Kleenex from the box to wipe my watery eyes.
“I want to do another hit,” Angelica said.
“Are you sure? The way Rita’s nephew described it, this is some pretty strong weed.”
“Not so strong I cannot do one more.” She reloaded the bong and did as she did before. This time the reaction from her was not as strong. I figured she knew what to expect.
Not to be out done, I also took one more hit. I held my breath a long time it seemed to me. This time I let the smoke out slowly. For five or six seconds I blew smoke into the room.
“I believe I am feeling the effects now,” Angelica said. “The world seems better and at peace.” She was quiet for a moment before adding, “I want to hear some music.”
“No problem,” I said while opening a drawer crammed with CDs. “Who do you want to hear?”
“It’s a classical. Bolero by Ravel.”
“Oh, yeah, that’s a goodie.” I put the CD into the player and set it on repeat so it would play over and over until I made it stop. I turned back to my older sister. “I’m feeling good. We made a smart investment.”
“That we did, Sis. That we did.”
We leaned back in our chairs and listened to the music for a few moments. Then I stood up and took a three step journey to my bed to lie down. Less than a minute later Angelica was with me. There is nothing unusual about this. For all our lives we have laid in bed together to talk.
“Can you believe Dad,” she said to me. “He really wants us to wait around until we are close to thirty before we can have sex, and then only with the one guy we call husband. Now don’t get me wrong, I believe in the sanctity of marriage, but waiting another ten to twelve years? Hell, I’ll be a dried up prune by then.”
“I so agree. Do you realize we are eighteen and have been so monitored and controlled that we have never even kissed a guy? There are girls in our school that kissed by the time they were eleven. There are many of them that have done a lot more than kiss.”
“It’s not fair.”
We were both silent for a time, listening to Bolero pick up in number of instruments and volume. I was feeling good. The weed was taking effect and I was really high.
