first time in too many months.
 
 Meth. Tobacco. A chance
 
 at a spectacular guy, even
 
 if he does live three hours
 
 away, over a major mountain.
 
 I get to Reno sometimes.
 
 Will he come just for me?
 
 “Yeah, right,” Kristina
 
 says. “Trey is going to
 
 dump Robyn (who no
 
 doubt gives him head
 
 after giving him money)
 
 and drive over the Sierras
 
 for a frumpy chick with a
 
 baby, who lives with her
 
 parents, who are going to
 
 bust her anyway.”
 
 [Shut the hell up.] Bree
 
 talking, damn her sharp,
 
 irritating whisper. [Don’t
 
 talk too much, keep your
 
 (my) temper in check, leave
 
 the ranting to Mom and Scott,
 
 you’ll (we’ll) be just fine.
 
 And whatever you do,
 
 leave your conscience—
 
 and confessions—behind.]
 
 I sit in bed, arguing
 
 with myself until the sun
 
 peeks up over the eastern