Luther called a family meeting, something about groceries. I wasn’t paying attention, blowing my nose in the corner.

Fast forward to the end of the meeting Five gives me a look, “Klaus, you look horrible. Are you high?”

I put my hand on my chest in mock offense, “I have a cold!” I cry, my voice groggy, not that anyone was actually listening. Just wrapping thing up.

“And I’m clean! Three days!” I say, putting three fingers up, it was true, but not believable. Each day felt so long…