That was when I giggled.
Ren just smiled.
Then he leaned in and kissed his daughter.
After that, he leaned further and kissed me.
It was Sunday breakfast in bed at the Zano house.
Yeah.
You guessed it.
Righteous.
* * * * *
“Yo!”
That was Lee.
We were in the kitchen at Indy and his house: Lee, Indy, Tex, Nancy, Jet (with her latest son, Cesar, or son number three, attached to her hip), Eddie, Ada and me.
The Kevster and Leo, Stella’s bassist, were wandering through, heading toward the back door.
Lee was scowling at Leo and Kevin.
“What?” The Kevster asked.
“Keep it in your pocket or give it to me,” Lee ordered.
“What?” The Kevster repeated, trying to look innocent.
And failing.
“You say ‘what’ one more time, I’ll pat you down, confiscate it and it’ll be in the garbage disposal,” Lee warned.
Kevin gave up the ghost and cried, “But it’s a party!”
“You don’t smoke that shit at my house,” Lee informed him.
“We weren’t gonna,” The Kevster replied. “We were gonna smoke it in your backyard.”
I could swear I heard Lee growl.
“Kevin, just abstain, all right?” Indy waded in.
The Kevster looked at Indy then looked at Leo. “You’re famous, right?” he asked.
“Yup,” Leo answered, and he was.
The Blue Moon Gypsies had hit the big time. Totally. Red carpets. Their frequent brawls splashed all over the tabloids. Pong even had a sex tape that was still circulating the internet.
Totally rock ‘n’ roll.
“So, do you have, like, a limo or something?” Kevin asked.
“We ride around in Escalades,” Leo shared. “That doesn’t say rock ‘n’ roll. But they’re roomy.”
“Do you have one here?” Kevin asked.
“Yup,” Leo answered.
“Let’s go,” The Kevster said, and they switched directions but got only a couple of steps in before Ada was there.
“Are you two young men going to smoke a doobie?” she asked.
Leo just stared at her.
The Kevster tipped his head to the side and hedged, “Maybe.”
“I’ve never smoked marijuana,” she informed them excitedly, her meaning clear to everybody. Including Kevin and Leo, who were unclear about most everything.
“Jesus. Someone shoot me,” Lee muttered.
“Live large, mama,” Leo said to Ada, an invitation coupled with an arm going out, leading the way.
Ada sent a happy grin to Nancy and shuffled out, followed by one famous and one infamous pothead.
