Glass (Crank 2)

her old cell number, 775…

“Thank you so much.

I’ll call Trent later. Please

tell him I was in touch.”

I will. And how’s that

baby? Growing like

corn, I’ll wager.

Growing like corn?

Whatever. “He’s beautiful,

thanks. Looks just like me.”

She chuckles. I bet he

does. Take care, Kristina.

“You too, Mrs. Rosselli.”

I click the phone dead,

dial another number.

“Hey, Robyn. It’s Kristina.

What’s up?”

She Sounds

Strung,

like her brain is

disconnected

from her mouth.

Don’t get me

wrong.

I remember that

feeling well—

knowing

exactly what you

want to say, but

your