Page 261 of Glass (Crank 2)
Instead I chose to sit here,
stressing over Trey and his
family. Stressing over why
I don’t qualify to share their
table. Is it really any girl
that wouldn’t make the cut?
Or is i
t just me? Exactly what
is wrong with me? What?
Well, I’m not entirely alone.
I can share what’s left of
this day with my Christmas
presents. I wind the music
box, open the lid. The sweet
melody offers familiarity,
and there’s solace in that.
But there’s more solace in
the pipe and what goes inside
it. Getting tweaked alone is
not what I’d have chosen.
But it’s better than being
alone and not getting tweaked.
How long until they get back?
How long will I sit here, staring
out the window, listening to
my favorite Beethoven, all by
myself? How long will I hit
my new milky blue pipe, all
alone? How much can I do?
Turns Out
