in," Janet said.
"Stop calling him Grandpa," I snapped. "He's
not anything like an old man."
"Oh? Why do you say that? Do you know
something we don't?" she asked quickly. The girls all
smiled, waiting with expectation for my reply. "No," I said.
"Did you get him to smoke the joint?" "He didn't see it and tell your uncle, did he?"
Lorraine asked quickly.
"If my uncle even thought I had something like
that--"
"He'd turn you over to the police," she
suggested.
"He'd turn his own mother over to the police,"
Betty added. "Do you still have it or did you smoke it
yourself last night?" Betty asked.
"No, I didn't smoke it." I didn't want to tell
them I had simply thrown it out.
"You can smoke it at the beach party," Janet
said. "Let's go, girls," Betty said.
"Be at Janet's house at eight. You won't be
sorry. Adam Jackson will be at the beach party,"
Lorraine sang back at me as they all walked off. I watched them go down the hallway and then I
hurried out to meet Cary and walk home. I wanted to
tell him about the party and ask his opinion, but I was
afraid even to mention it. I knew how much he didn't
like these girls, but I wanted to go. I had never been to
a beach party and I had to admit, Adam Jackson's eyes
had been in my dreams last night.
I decided to wait until after dinner when I was
helping Aunt Sara with the dishes. She had done all