Page 62 of Glass (Crank 2)

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a piece of tinfoil and

maybe a straw? I’ve got

zip for paraphernalia.

Let’s make you a pipe, Trey

tells me. How about a light

bulb, Robyn? She obliges,

> and in a matter of minutes,

Trey turns it into a smoking

device. Be careful. It will get

really hot. Oh, and you’ll

probably need this, too.

He reaches into his pocket,

extracts a lighter. Now just

drop a rock, right in here….

He demonstrates with one

of Robyn’s. Hold the lighter

right about here…. A thin

plume of smoke lifts, and

Trey is quick to inhale.

As Robyn and I help him

finish it, Trey says, So,

Kristina, next time

you’re up for the score,

call me. This shit travels

the US-95 corridor up from

Mexico. My connection lives

near Reno. Ironic, huh?

No wonder Trey gets

to Reno sometimes.

Ironic barely covers

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