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In 2017: Pot-Stocks Will Triple

December 07, 2016

By JBB News via GMA Live

After the election, more states legalized-the once banned product and every day since it has gone up. Some are still pennies, however they are going up fast in value.

Experts predict that next year they will be worth a fotune and there is no better time then now to get in on the action.

Sharron Thornton, already made everything back and then some.

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COME IN, LAD. DELL spoke in a strange kind of whisper. Where is she Are you going to take your coat off And your shoes Weve got the new carpet. Peter took off his coat and handed it to his father before untying his shoelaces. He felt a wave of frustration with his father, that at a time like this he was concerned with clean carpets, but said nothing. He made to move down the hall but he felt the flat of his fathers hand on his breastbone. Dont go upsetting anyone. Your mums had a fall. Im not here to upset anyone! Peter tried to keep the keening note out of his voice. Is she through here Come on. Peter took a step into the living room and stopped just inside the doorway. His mother lay on the couch. She was sipping tea and had an ice pack on the knee shed cracked when shed slumped to the floor. But Peter was more interested in the woman nursing Mary from the armchair next to the sofa. Even though she wore dark glasses, it was his sister, Tara: of that there was no doubt. Tara stood up. She seemed an inch or two taller than he remembered. Her soft nutbrown hair was maybe a darker shade, and still fell around her face in a tangle of curls. Behind the shades and around her eyes there might have been one or two lines but she hardly seemed to have aged. She just looked pretty grubby, like shed been living rough.
When did you cut your hair she said. Oh. That would be about fifteen years ago. You had such lovely long hair! Everybody did then. Do I get a hug Of course you do. Peter stepped forward and he held his sister in his arms. She held him tight. He inhaled the smell of her. She didnt smell like he remembered. Now she smelled of something belonging to the outdoors he couldnt identify. Rain, maybe. Leaf. Mushroom. May blossom. The wind. It was a long time before she broke the clench. Peter looked over at his mother stretched out with her ice pack and her leg up on the couch. She gave him a pained smile and dabbed at her eye with a tissue. So where you been, Tara Where you been Shes been traveling, Dell said. Traveling Twenty years is a lot of travel. Yes, it is, Mary said from the couch. And now shes come back home. Our little has come back home. WITH TEA BEING THE drug of choice in the Martin household, Dell concocted more of it, thick and brown and sweet. After all, theyd had a bit of a shock; and whenever they had a shock or experienced a disturbance of any kind they had poured tea on it for as long as any of them could remember. The fact is they poured tea on it even when they hadnt had a shock, usually six or seven times a day. But these were extraspecial circumstances and Peter knew he had to wait until the tea had arrived before he could begin any line of questioning. Even when the tea did arrive, the questioning didnt go well. Peter had hardly taken his eyes off his sister since his arrival. The same halfsmile hadnt escaped the bow of Taras lips since hed walked into the room. He recognized it as a disguise of some kind, a mask; he just didnt know quite which emotions it was intended to camouflage.
So where exactly has all this traveling taken you, Tara Goodness! All over. Really All over She nodded solemnly. Pretty much, yes. Tara already told us some of it, Peter, said Dell. Rome. Athens. Jerusalem. Tokyo. What was that place in South America Lima. In Peru. Really Traveling all this time Constant traveling Pretty much, yes. Always moving Well, Tara said. I might have settled here or there for a few months, but always with a view to moving on. Peter nodded, but he was only pretending to understand. He scrutinized his sisters clothes. She wore threadbare jeans with huge bellbottoms, of a kind that had strayed way out of fashion when he was a young man and had probably come back in again. She wore a grubby dress over the top of them and long strings of beads. A woolen cardigan was a couple of sizes too big for her, the arms of which reached to the tips of her fingers but failed to hide her dirty fingernails. Peter couldnt help himself. You look like you could do with a bath. Steady on, said Dell. But Tara, Peter said. No word Not even a postcard No goodbye, no announcement, no I know, said Tara. Its unforgivable. Do you know what you put these two through What you put us all through Before you came, I said to Mum and Dad that I will understand it if you hate me. We dont hate you, Dell said. No one hates you. But Peter tried. Dell cut him short. Peter. I know theres a lot to get into. But I wont have you say anything to scare her away again. Okay I wont have it. Im not going away again, Tara said. Peter ran his hands through his closecropped hair. What about you Tara said. Tell me about your life. My life Peter said. My life Mum says you have ren. Get the photos, Dell. Get them, said Mary, too quickly. Tell me yourself, said Tara. I want to hear everything. Peter sighed. I married a lovely I met at university. Genevieve. Weve got three s and a . Tell me their names! Well, my eldest is fifteen going on twenty and her name is Zoe and Thats a lovely name. And then came Jack, hes thirteen. Running wild. Then a bit of a gap because we werent ??? well, we did, and we had Amber, who is seven, and Josie, who is five. Amber has webbed fingers, Mary said. Mum, please. Small thing, Tara said, smiling. A very small thing. Then her smile dropped for the first time. Im sorry I missed it all. I really am. Suddenly Tara vented a huge sob. She squeezed her eyes shut and her lip trembled. She wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve and sniffed. Im sorry I missed it all. They sound so wonderful. Are they like you
God help them if they are. The is the spit, Dell said helpfully. The s take more after their mother. There was a silence. Dell had a photograph album that he handed to Tara. These are all old. Its all digital now, isnt it Things change so fast. Tara studied the photographs. But they do look like you! Dell turned to Tara. Zoe even looks a bit like you. Shes almost the same age as you were when you left, Peter said. He looked at Mary. She shook her head at him in fierce warning. Will I get to meet them Tara said. Of course. If you want to. She held up the photo album. Where was this photo taken Oh, that ones in Greece. Before we had the kids. You said you were in Athens, didnt you Not for long. Couldnt get out quick enough. So where were you in Greece Crete. Some of the islands. Really Genevieve and I lived for a whole year in Crete. Were you ever in Mytilini while you were on Crete Yes, one or two nights I think. But I just passed through. Wouldnt that be amazing If you were there the same time we were there These things are possible. What year was it Peter, stop interrogating the , will you Dell was wringing his hands. Look, shes hungry and Im going to rescue what I can of Christmas dinner and were going to sit down and enjoy it, and you can sit down with us, too. Ive had my Christmas dinner, Dad. Okay, but no more questions. Dont you think this is a day for questions You realize we are going to have to tell the police Tara looked startled. Is that really necessary You bet it is! cried Peter. He explained to her what had happened after Tara had walked out of their lives some twenty years earlier. He explained how everyone had feared the very worst, feared that shed been abducted or killed. That there had been wideranging searches conducted. That neighbors and friends had, along with a huge force of police officers, carried out searches at the Outwoods and at every other place they could think that she might have gone. That her photo had appeared in all of the local newspapers and some national ones; that her face had appeared on national TV; that known offenders had been dragged in for interrogation; that not a clue had turned up, not a hair from her head; that the search was eventually scaled down; that her mother and father went into a state of shock and mourning from which they had never entirely recovered; that he and her friend at the time, Richie, who had himself fallen under a cloud of suspicion, had continued to search the countryside and local beauty spots for months and even years afterward.

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