Page 246 of Glass (Crank 2)

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[He’s too little to care this year, anyway.]

I have to make a decision. Family.

Or Trey. Spending Christmas making

love with Trey. Easy decision.

Mom’s still waiting to hear it.

Kristina? Do you need a ride?

I can pick you up in the morning.

Okay, I can’t tell her I’m playing

nanny tomorrow. What kind of excuse

would placate her? Hard answer: none.

“No, no. Don’t pick me up. I’ll try

to get a ride from a friend. What

time are you planning dinner?”

The same time it’s been your

entire life. You do remember

what time that is, don’t you?

Snippy?

No doubt, and she

has every right to snip.

Only problem is, right now

I’m unsnippable, shielded by glass-

plated armor. Another choice: Try

to find peace in the twilight zone,

or climb into the monster’s

rocket and lift off.

Plenty of time

to get buzzed anon. I’ll

try to slide into some manner

of sleep, to make up for what I’ll

miss later. “I love you,” I murmur,

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