Crank (Crank 1)

for my foul temper and angry

words, protested when it

seemed I ought to and

somehow managed

to avoid

GUFN.

When he left, I patted myself on the

back for a game well played,

snitched open the door

and tiptoed down the

hall to eavesdrop

on the kitchen

conversation.

Mom and Scott believed

they’d bitten the bullet.

Little did they know

I hadn’t yet fired

off the full

round.

The Next Few Days

I Gave Up the Bus

in favor of rides with Robyn,

with a detour or two along

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the way to indulge

in some Homework Helper.

(Like it really helped!)

A couple of afternoons she

had cheerleading practice.

(How could she do back flips