Glass (Crank 2)

cauldron of guilt.

Two weeks and I’m most

of the way through a ball. What have I

done? Can I undo it now?

[Fat chance, now you’ve set me free.]

Saturday Morning

I wake to voices in the hallway.

[Don’t move. Pretend you’re still asleep.]

Mom: I’m going to wake her up.

Leigh: Let her sleep. I’ll take care of Hunter.

Heather: She did look exhausted last night.

Exhausted barely covers it.

[And now you’ll be swamp-headed.]

Mom: I don’t know what’s up with her lately.

Leigh: Having a baby so young can’t be easy.

Heather: Her dieting must take a toll too.

Okay, she definitely knows.

[But is she going to tell?]

Mom: Dieting? What do you mean?

Heather: She barely touched dinner last night.

Leigh: And you know how she loves Italian.

Heather barely touched dinner either.

[Yeah, but she’s a better bullshitter.]

Mom: She has lost a few pounds recently.

Leigh: Rapid weight loss isn’t good, though.

Heather: I’d love to know how she’s managed it.

I’m going to kill her.

[You don’t, I definitely will.]

The Hallway Conversation

Recedes and I tug myself out of bed.