asking inane questions.
As for me, I was less than contrite.
Picking up trash wasn’t so bad. There
were ways around GUFN.
And I now had a direct in with a
monster manufacturer.
Back in My Room
My life closed in
around me. I was
no longer my own.
Mom had poured
through all
my stuff, scoured
my journal, letters,
and address book.
She did find a bit
of evidence—a
crumpled Marlboro
wrapper and a new
lighter. Hey, it made
her day to discover
I was a hard-core
tobacco user. More
lectures, more useless
promises on my
end. She went off
to work on her book.
A sudden wave of
exhaustion swallowed
me. I’d walked through