Cozy Cabin Getaway Ch15

Mary chews and swallows, then frowns at her. “My lord, Kayla. What is the problem?”

“How many did you just take?”

“I don’t know. It’s not like I’ve never smoked weed before, Kayla. I was your age once.”

“Oh my God. Oh my God.”

“Didn’t you say they were… I don’t remember, but you didn’t make it sound like they were that strong.”

“I said they were fives,” Kayla says weakly. She swallows. “They aren’t fives.”

“Well, I don’t even feel anything, so it’s obviously not a big deal,” Mary replies.

“Did they not have edibles when you were a kid?”

“I don’t know. I guess brownies existed. But I only ever smoked it,” Mary says with a shrug. “We called it a joint back then.”

“OK. OK. Oh God.”

“Kayla, will you relax?” Mary offers her the bag. “You can have them, but only while we’re here. You can’t take these back to Gurlberg. I don’t want my baby girl getting arrested.”

“Uh…” Kayla glances at the bag, then takes it from her mother’s hand and places it on the coffee table, watching her worriedly. “I’m gonna go ahead and stay sober since we don’t have cell service and can’t go out in a typhoon. Just stay cool. Stay here, Mom. Don’t stand up. You’ll feel it in a little bit.”

“If you say so.”

Visibly shaken, Kayla places her hand on Mary’s leg and pats it several times.

“It’s been a long time for me too,” Michelle says.

“A joint?” Riley says to Mary.

“It was the 90s, Riley. In fact, I remember smoking one with our current chief of police,” Mary says wistfully. “While another girl was trying to get in my pants. I had just met your father. Things were weird back then. That was right before I started undergrad.”

“You were hanging out with Carla and Stef,” Michelle says. “I remember.”

“How do you know about that?”

“I was in middle school. We knew what the cool high school kids were doing.”

“I was cool?”

“Are you kidding? Pretty cheerleader with big boobs?”

“I guess I was,” Mary says with a snort.

“Didn’t you live by them?”

“Carla moved in next door to me right before graduation.”

“You ever hang out with them now?”

“We keep in touch. I see Nadia at the courthouse a lot. Stef and Carla are always asking me to represent their gang when they get busted for stuff.” Mary rolls her eyes. “Idiots.”

“You say that, but they’re the reason you have vibrators,” Kayla points out.

“Kayla!”

“Oh my God. Really, Mom? We’re doing **** and live trauma sex shows,” she adds with a glare at Riley. “You’re acting embarrassed?”

“I guess. OK, Michelle. This is me being curious, not catty. I promise.” Mary pauses to pour herself more wine.

“That’s not a good idea,” Kayla says, reaching out.

Mary pushes her hand away. “Shush, Kayla.”