“Oh my god.” “It’s not a big deal, Alice,” Charlie says, getting to his feet. He’s wearing jeans and a gray flannel shirt. His hair has some kind of product in it. He’s made an effort. “You got my grandmother high?” “Don’t freak out.” “Do not tell me not to freak out.” Nan snickers again. “You’re in for some trouble, Charlie.” “So are you,” I snap. “Alice.” Charlie again. “Back off.” I stare at him, gaping. “Excuse me? How could you sneak over here when I’m not around and bring my grandmother drugs?” “I didn’t sneak. She asked me to. It’s a low dose. Very safe. And it’s legal.” I look at my
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