"What was that?" Doug said breathing smoke, poking his head out the bathroom, eyes squinty and red. Tab yanked one of the cat tails under the bed, where he had crammed himself amidst tiny Cellophane bags of pot.
  "Oh, just you, Alf? Behave yourself. Simmer down."
  Under the covers of the bed, next to a Weed Weekly expose on "Babes of Bongs in History" was the St. Jude boys Catholic High School year book, opened to Ms. Wheeler, department of Theology, sitting, legs crossed, rosaries tightly held between her fingers. Barry thought the picture must've been ten years old.