about getting a place in town maybe, get out of here. Start up a few things. Iâve got some ideas.â
Mal runs the paper along his tongue tip and seals it shut. Mal, master joiner. Never too tight. Meticulous mix.
He draws out his Zippo from his jeans pocket.
Flick, flick, and flame.
âRight, now, who wants this?â
He passes it to Kelvin, who pauses just long enough to look uncomfortable before taking it at fingertipsâ length. He begins to suck on the end. A bit of smoke in his mouth, quickly blown out.
âNo, man, come on. Stop fucking about,â says Mal.
âWhat?â
âYouâre not doing it right.â He lifts the joint back off him. âNow,â he says, invoking his most imperious Mr. Miller impression, âif you remember your diaphragm, which is this membrane at the bottom of your chest hereââhe jabs Kelvin in the chestââyou need to pull down on it to draw the smokeââhe takes a deep toke, holds, and exhalesââinto your lungs and out. Into your lungs and out.â
Poor Kelvin. Itâs so obvious heâs never done this before. I watch carefully as Mal shows him how itâs done. Iâve only smoked a couple of Lauraâs cigarettes, but I think Iâll get away with it.
Everything we do is glacially slow.
Seriously, Iâm not sitting on this beanbag anymore. Iâm properly flat on the floor, and my head is planted where Iâd been sitting. I can hear all the little beans inside tumbling over each other: delicately, impossibly light.
I look over at Mal and squint. Blink a bit to see if I can make more sense of it, somehow.
Kelvinâs standing again, looking down on us from the doorway.
âListen,â says Kelvin, âIâm going to go, all right? Iâve gotââ
âYou not want any of this?â says Mal, holding up the second joint.
âNah, thanks, man. Iâve got my own at home. Iâm going to go andâ¦got stuff to do.â He looks at me. âAre you coming?â
âNo. I donât want to,â I say. âI feel too nice here.â
This is so nice. Iâm exquisitely comfortable.
âIâm never going to move again,â says Mal. âI just want to be sucked into the sofa.â
He starts giggling goofily, and I start retching laughs.
We sit there with the TV turned off for another lovely long age. It doesnât matter. Itâs an impossible distance away.
âWell, Iâm going to go, I think,â says Kelvin. I look over at the doorway, and heâs still there . I thought heâd gone ages ago.
No oneâs going to try to talk him into staying. No one should have to talk anyone around to anything.
Itâs getting to the point with Kelvin whereâI donât knowâI just donât say anything in case it makes him talk more. I donât want talk, just want to say shhh . But that seems to make him anxious, which makes him jabber.
âIâll see you around,â says Kelvin.
âBye, Kelv.â
Threeâs a bad, bad number for friends. The two gang up on the one; itâs always the way. Twoâs company, threeâs a political situation. Just make sure youâre one of the two.
Itâs good heâs gone.
I feel a bit bad, but itâs good for everyone.
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âKnock-knock,â says Sheila, knock-knocking on my door frame. âHow are we doing? Oh, thatâs much better. Your breathing sounds a lot easier now, doesnât it? Come on, letâs get that mask off you, so we can see how you do without it.â
She pries the mask from me, and I stretch my clammy face, run my fingers over my cheeks to feel for mask marks.
âThere we go. Iâll leave it here for you, OK?â
âOK.â
âIâll get Dr. Sood to come in and have a look at you in the morning, see if thereâs anything else we can do to make it a bit easier
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