Last week, I went over to visit my grandmother.
- I got up onto the porch, and I swore I could smell the odor of marijuana.
I looked over at the fencing between grandma’s house and the neighbors, and I saw some smoke coming over the fence. I shook my head, thinking that they were smoking too much marijuana if I could smell it on my Grandma’s porch. I knew I was blaming the wrong people for the odor of marijuana when Grandma opened the door. The smell of marijuana was so strong that I backed up a step. I stepped into the house, and the haze of marijuana smoke was in the air. I thought maybe my uncle was out of jail, but she shook her head no. I asked if there was somebody else at the house, and she shook her head no again. Before she even talked to me, she went out to the kitchen, drank a big glass of water, and pulled a couple of mints out of the candy jar. She had one in her mouth and she handed me the other. Grandma chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “Since you caught me, I would appreciate it if you would please swear to tell no one my secret.” I knew my mouth was hanging open as I stood and stared at her. My grandmother tried to swear me to her secret of using marijuana. If I hadn’t been so shocked, it would’ve been laughable. There wasn’t a single person I knew who would believe me if I were to tell them that grandma used marijuana.