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Chapter Twenty-Six

to each table to take a report on the events you were all
witness to.”
Okay Kelita, sober up. You have got to sober up! You need to talk
straight and tell them what you remember. Don’t slur your words.
Try not to draw attention to yourself.
The police come over to our group and we’re directed to
split up and move to vacant tables. I am nervous and extremely
paranoid. Yep … this is Kelita on drugs. What if I’m not able to
clearly communicate what I saw? What if I’m a bumbling idiot?
Will they know I am ripped on cocaine? Will they search us and find
we have pot on us? Will they come back and search our apartment?
This is a huge mess and I am making myself sick with fear.
I survive the questioning and now I just want to get out of
here. The food comes but I can’t eat. The mood in the restaurant
is very tense. The laughter and fun have been sucked right out
of us. Some birthday party this has turned out to be! We finally
drive back to the apartment and bid Ken and Brenda good
night. Hudson begins to get ready for his all-night shift.
“I wish you didn’t have to go to work.” I curl up in a ball on
the pink sofa. I am feeling very fragile and still a little scared.
“I know. Wish I could stay here with you. But I can’t.” “I’m
still not myself, Hudson. I don’t know if I can sleep. And I’m
still really high.”
He gives me a quick hug. “Oh, you’ll be fine after a while.
Everything will wear off. Don’t worry. You’ll be able to sleep.”
We kiss good-bye and my husband is out the door.
I lie down on Pink Floyd. I’m not feeling very well so I grab
the knitted blanket that was a wedding gift from Grannie. I
am hoping it will bring me some comfort as I throw it over my
shivering body. I’ll just stay here for a bit and watch something
on TV. Maybe that will take my mind off things and I can fall
asleep. I just want this high to be over.

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