Chapter 9
Lisa and Holly and Richard and Levi were still flying high from the amphetamine when they straggled back into the girls' Lafayette home well into the morning, leaving behind them somewhere in the dark hills a totally bewildered and debauched young couple who'd long remember this night. No one speculated on how Priscilla and Billy would be affected by what happened to them; no one really cared. That was all in the past, and living belonged to the present.
Holly opened a bottle of Blue Nun and passed it around to the others; it soon vanished, and the four of them were still soaring like kites on the speed. Levi offered the solution: a proposal nobody liked at first. The only sure way to come down soft and easy from this speed was to shoot-up with some high-grade heroin, he said.
Lisa and Holly were adamant about it at first; but even they relented after three or four more long hours of painful "crashing" had dragged by. Levi went to his car alone, and came back with just enough clean "smack" to bring them down like a gas balloon from the speed trip. Richard produced the needle and eye-dropper from his handy knapsack, and within a few minutes, things were starting to look better. . . and better . . . and better.
That was on Thursday night - really Friday morning - and it was the standard-bearer for a long drug orgy that lasted until Sunday night. Parts of the group dropped out and disappeared for a while; Levi on Friday to open the book store (though he closed it three hours later); Lisa to work one shift at the club and find a replacement for Saturday and Sunday. Holly pulled herself in shape long enough to find out the job had, indeed, been yanked from under her. But that didn't spoil the fun in the least; she could always get another waitress job. Even Richard vanished for a while on Saturday - no one really knew where - but was back in time for some hastily assembled chow Saturday night.
Levi announced to everyone on Sunday afternoon that they were to shoot-up the remaining amphetamine crystals and wait for his return around seven-thirty. He promised a big surprise when he got back.
But no one would have dared guess how big a surprise his next move would be.