He didn’t say anything about smoking marijuana, but, from time to time, she could smell it on him. If there got to be too many questions on the phone, Miss Jordan simply said she didn’t think the person was right and hung up. She directed him to a dishtowel and he dried them, giving each item to her to inspect before putting it up where she directed. She wasn’t particularly impressed. This intrigued Miss Jordan. She walked up to him and pulled up his coat and shirt so his rear was exposed. “Doing that in my house is putting everything I have at risk. He figured she’d call the police and he’d go to jail if they found any on him, so he just flushed the other two joints he had before he followed her to face the music. Just because I’m always here when you’re invited over, doesn’t mean I don’t have a job.”
“What kind of job do you have that allows you such hours?” Dave asked. Dave didn’t seem to date at all and she
