Page 133 of Never Stop
CHAPTER THIRTY
Easton
It was hard for me to find joy in life. How could I enjoy anything while my wife was suffering?
I worked for a few hours a day while Cheyenne was at a summer program at the community park. She went all day while a counselor played games with them and kept them out of trouble. It was good for Chey to be out of the house and play. It also allowed Brooke to get as much rest as she needed. My mom stopped in a few times to bring us food and check on her, but she didn’t stay long. Brooke was sleeping a lot, and still not eating.
Everyone knew marijuana was given to patients with cancer and that people used it to get relief from pain, but it had been years since I’d bought an eighth of weed, and not in New York. I had to figure out a plan.
“How’s B.B. doing?” Avery asked. I didn’t correct him about her initials. B.B. was better than B.C. when it rolled off the tongue.
I stopped counting the pile of cash on my desk and sighed as I leaned back in the chair. “In a lot of pain, sleeping most of the day, and still not eating.”
He sat down on the couch near the desk. “That’s understandable given the hell she went through.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Want to hear something funny?”
He raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”
“She’s never smoked pot before.”
He snorted. “What? Are you serious?”
“She says it’s not her thing.”
He thought for a moment. “I guess I can see that, but I thought everyone at least tried it in high school.”
I shrugged. “Not my wife apparently. Probably has something to do with her having to take care of Bailee.”
“So you thinkin’ you want to get her some now?”
I nodded. “Might help her. I just need to figure out how to get some.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “We can ask around here.”
I chuckled. “You want to interrogate our staff?”
“Nah. We slip it into conversation.”
“In what world do we live in where we can bring it up to our staff? It’s not like we live in Colorado where it’s legal.”
“Well, this is for medical reasons. Can’t she just get a card or something?”
“She doesn’t even want to do it. You think I can convince her to get a card?”
“I’ll talk to some people around here.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Discreetly.”
“All right, let me know. I need to get a vaporizer for her, too.”
Avery left and I started searching online for vaporizers. Luckily, I could buy anything from a company based out of Seattle that also had two-day shipping.
After an hour or so, Avery came back into the office. “Who’s the best friend ever?”
I glanced up, eyebrows raised. “You?”
“Of course me.” He laughed.
I looked past him and saw Traver walking into the office behind him. “Easton,” he greeted.
