Last week, I went over to visit my older sister. I got up onto the porch, and I swore I could smell the smell of marijuana. I looked over at the fencing between my sister’s house and the neighbors, and I saw some smoke coming over the fence. I shook my head, thinking that they were smoking too much marijuana if I could smell it on our sister’s porch. I knew I was blaming the wrong people for the smell of marijuana when my sister opened the door. The smell of marijuana was so strong that I backed up a step. I stepped into the house, and the haze of marijuana smoke was in the air. I thought maybe her boyfriend was out of jail, but she shook her head no. I asked if there was somebody else at the house, and she shook her head no again; Before she even talked to me, she went out to the living room, drank a large glass of beer, and pulled a couple of candies out of the candy jar. She had one in her mouth and she handed me the other. My sister chuckled and raised an eyebrow. I knew my mouth was hanging open as I stood and stared at her. My sister tried to swear me to her secret of using marijuana. If I hadn’t been so shocked, it would’ve been laughable. There wasn’t a single person I knew who would believe me if I were to tell them that my sister used marijuana.