Mom gives me a solid once-
over, but if she notices
anything, keeps it to herself.
So how was the college fair?
College fair? Oh, yeah.
“Okay, I guess. It’s a
pretty nice campus and all.
Robyn seems to like it.”
She looks at me harder.
Robyn’s at UOP, isn’t she?
I thought you said the college
fair was in Sacramento.
One thing meth is good
for—manufacturing lies
sans hesitation. “I always mix
up Stockton and Sacramento.”
She stares me straight in
the eye. Good thing you
didn’t mix them up when
you were behind the wheel.
“Heh-heh. Yeah, you’re
right. Oops. Smells like
Hunter’s breakfast went
right through him….”
I start to get up, but Mom
puts a severe hand on my
arm. One second. I need to
talk to you about something.
I swallow hard. Does
she hear Bree’s voice