"This place tends to clear out. I think it's 'cause of that witch, who put the spell on this part of the beach last year?" I said, making my way down the stairs at her side. Once on the sand, I kicked off my shoes and carried them in one hand.

Finding a place to sit, I dropped down into the sand, legs pretzeled up under me and my shoes dumped to the side. Flipping open the tin, I pulled out a joint I'd already rolled earlier and put it between my lips.

"You know, Bill doesn't tell me much about you guys. It's like you've got this pact to keep each other's secrets," I said, the joint bobbing between my lips as I lifted my hip and pulled out my lighter. I don't sound bitter about it, 'cause I'm not. I know what it's like to be a kid and know you'd die for your best friend. "I haven't seen my best friend in seven years. I kinda wonder if she'd still know me."

I took a deep drag, and passed the joint over.