He's just a Kid
The friend skillfully rolled an enormous joint, and the boys took it outside, going out the same door we'd come in.
Bastien and I exchanged glances, both of us barely holding back hysterical laughter. We walked into the still-dark living room and stood at the window, watching the boys outside.
They left all the outdoor lights off, not wanting to attract neighborly attention. The joint made a pinpoint of orange light in the blackness as they passed it back and forth.
"Oh my God," I gasped.
"This just justified the whole break-in."
Bastien's expression was speculative.
"Maybe we can use this against her."
I turned on him. "What? Come on. He's just a kid. No need to drag him down with her. Besides, if I had his parents, I'd want to be high too."
Bastien looked momentarily uncertain, finally yielding with a small nod.