Page 214 of Crank (Crank 1)

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Doesn’t look like they’re asleep.

Every light was on, upstairs

and down, and I caught my mom’s face

at the window. We had turned back

into pumpkins after all.

If You Guessed

I was GUFN, two points for you.

Can you believe Chase

was brave enough to

walk me to the door?

Mom pounced.

“Do you realize it’s three a.m.?”

Chase tried to apologize,

said we’d lost track

of time, talking.

“I’m sure that was all you were doing.”

Mom lectured him on

responsibility and gave

him the old,

“We were worried to death!”

(She looked just fine

to me.) What could

Chase do but nod?

“Well, Kristina won’t be going

anywhere for a while.”

I tried to talk my way

out of her anger zone.

No good.

“What were you thinking, Kristina?”

Scott flashed a half

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