Crank (Crank 1)

Well, yeah, we’re hangin’ out pretty steady.

In fact—you won’t believe this—

I’m going to be a daddy next summer.

Oh, yeah, I believed it all right.

Apparently, though Lince still lacked

feeling in one arm, other parts felt plenty.

So much for Giselle. So much for summer visits.

I muttered congratulations and hung up

without sharing my own “good news.”

I Thought About Calling Leigh

but figured she’d tell Mom, “for my own good.”

I called Robyn instead.

“So I’ve got this friend who just

found out she’s pregnant …”

Total bummer. How far gone are

y—I mean … is she?

“Six weeks. She’s too scared

to tell her parents….”

No doubt. What about the father?

Does he know?

“No. And she’s not going to

tell him. He’s a real a-hole.”

No help from the father, no help

from her parents? Only one answer.

“You mean abortion. What

about adoption?”

Let me tell you a little story about

what happened to a friend of mine….

Seems Robyn’s friend chose adoption,

then saw her baby and changed her mind.