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A phone started to ring among them and when they realized it was Joy’s phone everyone went quiet when she answered, casting a warning look at all of them.
She might be the tiniest person in the room, but she was still the matriarch and the one in charge. There was no argument in that regard. And when she got angry, watch out because the woman had wicked aim with her slipper from across the room.
“Hello?” Joy answered. “Hi, Polly. I was just about to— Oh! Yes, well, they’ve been eaten. All of them. Yes. That makes sense now that you mention it… people are starting to mention that they feel funny. How much? … Oh my. Yes, all of my sons, their wives, Grant, and myself. None of the children I don’t think.” She glanced at all of them. “Have any of the kids eaten any of the brownies?”
All the adults shook their heads.
“Too good to share with the heathens,” Rex said between sips of water. He was still chugging the H20 like he’d just come back from a ten-mile run.
Joy returned to her phone call. “None of the children. Thank God … oh Polly, it’s not a huge deal. We’re not narcs, it’s legal here and it’ll wear off eventually. Polly, no need to cry, it was an honest mistake. I’m more just sad for you that you’renotgoing to have the kind of Thanksgiving that I’m sure we’re going to have.” Joy chuckled. “It’s quite all right, Polly. Thank you for calling. Happy Thanksgiving. You take care now. All right, goodbye.” She hung up the phone and fixed everyone with a look. “Well, they were pot brownies, baked with edible cannabis chocolate. Polly mixed up the containers. She meant to bring those with her to a Thanksgiving camping trip with a bunch of friends, and give me the regular brownies, but swapped them by mistake.”
Brock’s eyes were wider than Rayma had ever seen them before. He looked scared enough to shit his pants. “What does that mean?”
Rayma snorted. “It means you’re all about to be high as fuck. Happy Thanksgiving.”
Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Presentday…
Rayma turned to face Jordan. “You didn’t have any brownies?”
He shook his head. He’d just found out that the “amazing brownies” were the reason all the adults were making multiple trips into the house and he wanted to get in on the action, so he was headed in to grab one, but was apparently too late. “And you haven’t, either.”
She shook her head. “But everyone else has?”
Wide, wild terrified eyes blinked back at them as people nodded. The only one who didn’t seem to be ruffled by the fact that they were all about to be high as fucking kites was Joy. Even Grant seemed to be getting a little nervous, his gray eyes darting furtively around the room.
“Well,” Joy shrugged, “This will be an interesting Thanksgiving, won’t it?”
“I’ve never been high before,” Stacey said, holding out her hand. “Is my hand shaking? It feels like it’s shaking.”
It wasn’t shaking.
“Neither have I,” said Pasha. “But, I mean, it’s legal now, right? She probably bought the chocolate from a legal dispensary. It’s not like we need to worry about the pot being laced with something else like—"
“Like what?” Lydia demanded. “I’ve never been high, either. What could it be laced with? Heroin? Do you think we’ve done heroin?” She turned to Rex who was still guzzling water. “Oh my God, have we done heroin? Are we going to be addicted to heroin now? What if it had fentanyl in it? Oh my God, it could be laced with anything. Rat poison even.”
Rex merely shrugged and filled up his glass again.
Rayma snorted. “I highly doubt Joy’s client was making cannabis andheroin, or cannabis and fentanyl or cannabis andrat poisonbrownies.” She glanced at Joy. “Right?”
Joy nodded. “Polly is not the type. She’s a grandmother like me. Recently widowed, but she and her late husband have always taken part in the—”
“Devil’s lettuce,” Krista said with a snort.
“In cannabis use, dear,” Joy said, rolling her eyes. “And there is nothing wrong with it when done safely and the source is reputable. Why, when I was younger—”
“Don’t need to hear about your illegal drug use, mum,” Brock said, holding up a big meaty palm. “I’m sure your husband—ourfather—who was acophad to look the other way many a time.”
Joy shot her oldest, broodiest son a steely glare. “I didn’t use it when your father and I were together. Firstly, because I got pregnant with your big head a month after we met, and also because yes, he was a cop and it was illegal at the time. I would never compromise his career like that.”
Brock shrunk just a smidge from his mother’s reprimand and glower, as he should.
“Am I supposed to be this thirsty?” Krista asked. She made her way through the group to where Rex was still drinking water, snatched the glass from him, and filled it up for herself.
“Yeah, dry mouth and thirst is a side effect,” Rayma said, suppressing her giggle.
