“You know what, Clyde? I would love to smoke some of Maya’s Mary Jane with you.” At that, Gwen bursts out laughing before dropping a handful of chicken into a sizzling pot. “Yeah, Clyde,” she adds. “I too would like to smoke some of Maya’s Mary Jane. Let’s get this soup ready, then we can all go sit outside and enjoy it together.” The man brightens, standing up taller, his eyes sparkling. “Really? You two would do that with me?”
