him.
“Who shot that bottle?” Lula said. “It wasn't me, was it?”
I clapped the cuffs on Hansen, and we all took a bunch of steps backward. “Anyone else in the house?” I asked Hansen.
“No. I was alone.”
We watched the fire rush through the house. It was like a brush fire, and almost instantly
the whole house was burning, and clouds of pot smoke were billowing out over the Burg.
Sirens were screaming in the distance, and the three of us leaned against Hansen s car and
sucked it all in while tiny pieces of cannabis ash sifted down around us.
“This is good shit,” Hansen said, taking a deep breath.
“Smells like you had some Hawaii -O,” Lula said. “Not that Fd know.”
I looked down to make sure my toes weren't smoking. "Maybe we should move back a
little."
We all scurried to Hansen s rear boundary.
“This is pretty funny,” Lula said. “We burned down a house.” And Lula started laughing. Hansen was laughing too. “Probably a million dollars' worth of grass in that house,”
Hansen said. “Up in smoke.”
I was laughing so hard I tipped over and found myself on the ground. “Look at me,” I said.
“I can make snow angels.”
“I'm getting wet,” Lula said. “Is it raining?”
Sounds carried from th
e front of the house. The rumble of the fire truck engines and the
crackle and squawk of police band radios.
“I am so fucking hungry,” Lula said. “I need chips. I'd fucking kill for chips.” A black SUV slid to a stop behind Hansen's car. Tank left the car and walked toward us.
“I've got her,” he said into his walkie. “She's in the back with Lula.”
Rangers Cayenne pulled in behind the SUV. Ranger got out, scooped me up off the ground,
and held me close.
“I was afraid you were in the house,” Ranger said. “Are you all right?”
“I got blown out of it,” I told him. “And then it started raining.”
“It s not rain. It's from the fire hoses on the other side of the house.” He pulled back a little
and looked at me. “Babe, you're high as a kite.”
“Yes! And you are so cute”