“Not much of a lock” Harry said as he appraised the doors, “I think we could get in there, no problem.” Harry and Joe needed a place where they wouldn’t be observed. This abandoned church would be perfect. No one would be looking for teenagers there.
The two boys ran back home to get their dad’s bolt cutters. Fifteen minutes later they stepped inside the old church doors. Trash and old rotted pews met their gaze as they shoved some wooden pieces together for a seat.
Harry reached in his back pocket, pulled out the reefer, and lit up.