Mary began to giggle. It made her need to pee worse, but she couldn’t help it. It was all just too perfect, too wonderfully round.
“He picked you out,” David persisted.
“Well . . . maybe. I can’t say for sure. Everything seemed jake until he found the dope.”
Mary held her hands up. “Whoa, whoa, time out.” Marinville looked at her. “This dope you had—”
“It wasn’t mine, don’t go getting that idea. You think I’d try driving cross-country on a Harley with half a pound of grass in my saddlebag? My brains may be fried, but not that fried.”
Mary began to giggle. It made her need to pee worse, but she couldn’t help it. It was all just too perfect, too wonderfully round. “Did it have a smile-sticker on it?” she asked, giggling harder than ever. She didn’t really need an answer to this question, but she wanted it, just the same. “Mr. Smiley-Smile?”
