A little weed sounds good

You've never tried weed and never really wanted to either. You always associated it with stupidity, so you guess it doesn't surprise you that your moron of a sister would have a stash, and a sizable one at that.

Everyone's seen how to roll a marijuana joint in the movies, so you're certain it'll be no problem. But, as you stare at the bag you realize there's no paper or anything that looks like it could be rolled to make a joint. And even if there was you're not sure you remember how it's supposed to be done.

Annoyed, you shake the bag with a huff, and spot a flash of white. Peering closer you realize that there's at least one joint already rolled inside the bag, just hidden by the unrolled stuff.

"Damn, I really am my sister if I didn't notice that before," you mutter, and pull it out.

You pick up a lighter from deep in a drawer and hold up the joint, stopping only when you realize that if you light it up here it'll be a red flag to your mom. Even Sue's smart enough not to do that. Golden as she somehow is in your mother's eyes you know she'd catch hell for it.

On the other hand, maybe you owe it to your mom to enlighten her a little as to what her precious little girl is really doing.